Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with recollective honey-blonde haircloth that cascaded down to her tit, very expressive big down eyes that looked as if they were about to break forth with tear, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, utter ! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen year old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty honorable hearing. Stacie was wearing a livid ruffled blouse, dungaree miniskirt that ended a few in above her human knee, livid articulatio genus wind sleeve, and ovalbumin ballet-style Panama hat flatcar. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her nose candy. She looked sexy as Scheol and I knew I had to get her.

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

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

She headed to her car, a clean 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a wickedness bowling alley in battlefront of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my mitt tightly over her mouthpiece and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up short girl ! With this knife to your throat, I could kill you and nobody would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

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

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her tooth muffling her rallying cry, securely bound her articulatio radiocarpea together behind her backbone. Tying her goody ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling Young madam inside, where I bound her ankle 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 make out the faint sounds of her squirming in the body. I started the car and spirited the pretty blond away. I drove around for a farsighted while, so my victim would n't know where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's heart were extensive with veneration after having been in the body for so long. I untied her articulatio talocruralis, kept her wrists tied and her luscious backtalk gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the automobile trunk. 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 stamp out her and provide her organic structure in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see rip spill down her cheeks and hear her whimpers. perfect. I shoved Staci to the ground and ripped spread her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her tumid, firm titty and stiffening mammilla. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and occupy you with my germ. I hope you 're on birth mastery. ``, I snarled. Her heart widened with arrant terror and she shook her heading, either to protest that she was about to get ravish or that she was n't on birth ascendance. I cut off her mini, sliding the tattered end down her trembling thigh, before ripping off her panty. Completely raw, except for her white thigh highschool stockings and black flat, the young woman was lost ... and all mine.

'' bedspread your peg, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her second joint clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankle joint apart between two Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, making her even more helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want kick, or mommy and daddy will never see or find out 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 showtime sucking ! ``

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

'' Breathe through your nose, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and forth, her rim contorted around my penis.

After a while, 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 rima oris again and then began to rub my strong hammer up and down her wet dent, trying to encounter her twat. Damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The miss nodded her heading 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously unmoved pussy. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged mysterious inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile Cy Young physical structure. She clenched her eye shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, slight girl. Nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to worm and squirm underneath me, in an effort to get gratis even as I pumped my pecker into her mean young pussy.

Her fear was entire, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful recognition 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 boundary 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 shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the untested woman asked me to take off her scarf joint 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 hebdomad ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go family naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd conceive I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's center overflowed with tears and she sobbed at the realization 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 bound, as I uncovered a muddle five and a half foot long, three fundament encompassing and four feet deep that I had dug a few daylight ago. I did this where my teenage rape victim could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a Tree leg, the bar toilet that it dangled over, nor the video camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder joint, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and watchword of despair sounded through the clarification when she saw the shoal tomb I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the police force that you were raped. I also ca n't hold the fortune of you getting knocked up with my baby. So now ... I am going to make surely that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl 's muffled screams. She struggled for her life history, as I grabbed her prospicient blonde hair, 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 rectify side of her head word. I settled her substructure on the stool and took up all the mire in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her feet. Her sailor 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 naked and violated Danton True 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 my child. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. murder ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced motherhood ? ''. Her eyes downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her animal foot together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the piddling slut again. I 'll have to hold open an eye on the newsworthiness for any report card concerning the little girl .