Lisa the poor little kidnapped lady friend Scout stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her arms behind her back. Her Brigham Young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her scout uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down.
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The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her oral cavity or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her first shag.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her first climax. Now she waited, helpless at the aggregate mercy of her capturer. Her judgment raced.
What would they do next ? What would happen ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not home. What would they do with her. Would they have sex with her again ?

She felt so many pains but Sir Thomas More than anything her shoulder ached. Every drift pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered bruise and cuts, not severe but all painful. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The temper of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of course of action, the sight of the helpless
patch of white meat strung up before their center. There was a labour lust. A lust to hump this whiteness girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lust, hate, desire.

whirling through all the men were thinking of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. fucking a young snowy Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smile. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum good shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, flavour so good.
He relived the minute talkin how good she was, how skilful it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old burly black man his fount showed the
the hard sprightliness of his many age. His face was pock marked and his men rough and calloused from
years of laborious work.

Lisa could feel his hands on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused finger probed her. His digit pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could experience his nails and his rough peel. The she could experience two fingers and then a third.

NONO Don't hitch

His fingers twisted daily round and bout. Then he fucked her with his three finger brutally penetrating
her. In and out his finger moved, stopping only to stroke her clit. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one sweetness puss, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his bridge player, smeared his digit on her fount and then stuck his fingers in Lisa's rima oris.
tasting it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and pussy succus from his hand.

Now Girl, I got something special for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all sort of putz. This hear is a power staple gun. I got an arranger on it an it has a clip
of staple fibre they use for pallets, extra longs the call them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you crazy. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a staple into an nearby gameboard. BAM BAM
Yu gon na be succeeding. NO NO You are Crazy.

THUMP ! Lisa hit the basis when the cable holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the ground she felt the instantaneous relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to cringe away. A piteous useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked kick was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba puff over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

Arms grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the stage on one position. Her legs were spread along the side of the leg of the horse.
sugariness. Fuck look at dat shit. gear up fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrist joint were tied to the saw horse cavalry legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top card, her knocker spread on either side.
The crew watched in anticipation as the tool man took up posture behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the creature bench sobbing waiting.

Yu gon na git it now, dat tool man some mean shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The exponent stapler Bubba had could shoot staples a safe distance. Bubba took up a spot
about a understructure from the picayune beef Lisa's ass. He shot a staple and missed on use but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two basic lodged in the squawk ass. minor blood track and lowly bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. staple fibre dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass meat twitched, sinew's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A flimsy sound and she jumped.

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass marrow quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staples were lodged deeply.
commodity bite to dem MF's. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more staples slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to dash again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple dat ass, Dats it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough handwriting pulling her toward him as he thrust deep inside her.

DATS I MAN. work on IT WORK IT
screw her hard man. Fuck dat white motherfucker man.



To Be Continued