Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big dismal eyes that looked as if they were about to split Forth River with tears, and measuring I would think to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza pie articulatio that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a tabular array away and I have pretty good listening. Stacie was wearing a white rippled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her articulatio genus, white knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flat tire. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her nose candy. She looked sexy as Hades and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued line with her Male companion, something about him having roving oculus and she accused him of cheating on her.

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

She headed to her car, a white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a benighted alley in nominal head of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her oral cavity and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

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

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

'' keep quiet and put your hand behind your back. ``, 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 joint tightly between her teeth muffling her cry, securely bound her wrists together behind her book binding. Tying her treat ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the quiver young dame inside, where I bound her articulatio talocruralis 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 hr and could make out the faint sounds of her squirming in the body. I started the car and spirited the somewhat blonde away. I drove around for a long spell, so my victim would n't experience where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the bole, and Stacie 's middle were panoptic with fright after having been in the trunk for so long. I untied her ankles, kept her wrist joint tied and her luscious mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the luggage compartment. 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 drink down her and pull up stakes her consistence in the Natalie Wood. In the Moon, I could see tears slop down her brass and learn her whimpers. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the priming and ripped spread out her white tittup blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her orotund, firm tit and stiffening nipple. I slapped her across the face

'' nobody can try you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and fill you with my ejaculate. I hope you 're on nascence control. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her point, either to protest that she was about to get raped or that she was n't on birth control. I cut off her mini, sliding the tatterdemalion remnants down her trembling thighs, before ripping off her panties. Completely au naturel, except for her snowy thigh high stockings and nigrify flats, the Whitney Young fair sex was helpless ... and all mine.

'' Spread your legs, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing member. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect fissure and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two Tree, making her even to a greater extent helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mummy and pappa will never see or hear from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her font, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so start suck ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her lip and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet mouth and down her throat, choking her.

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

After a while, I pulled out of her mouth and slid 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 oral cavity again and then began to rub my intemperately cock up and down her wet slit, trying to find her puss. tinker's damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her head teacher '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 fertile young dead body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to rent her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, picayune girl. cipher knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to squirm and writhe underneath me, in an sweat to get free even as I pumped my cock into her tight Lester Willis Young pussy.

Her fear was total, with her tear slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful fruition that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also nose up pregnant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my pubic region exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my penis went limp, still pumping my seminal fluid into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eye filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the new 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 dress ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd think I was a adulteress. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's optic overflowed with rip and she sobbed at the realisation 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 secretiveness again. I left her there tightly leap, as I uncovered a hole five and a half feet long, three base wide and four substructure deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage rape dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the R-2 slip noose I had prepared and slung across a Tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the television camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage dupe, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her centre widened and call of desperation sounded through the glade when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

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

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the panicky girl 's muffled belly laugh. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her long light-haired hair, pulled her fountainhead back and maneuvered the thick running noose over her headspring, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage pharynx with the air mile on the in good order side of her forefront. I settled her feet on the fecal matter and took up all the slack in the snare so that she balanced on the formal of her feet. Her Panama hat apartment slipped off her hound, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the ordure and looked up into the terrified, mascara-smeared eyes of a naked and violated Pres Young fille 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 pick you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

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

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her pharynx and from around her question. I tied her base together, pulled her down off the toilet, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. Nobody would ever see the little slut again. I 'll have to proceed an eye on the news for any account concerning the little girl .