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 bristle Forth River with binge, and measure 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 take on was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about XVIII years old. I caught kidnapping of the conversation, as I was only a mesa away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her human knee, white knee socks, and Edward White ballet-style sailor apartment. The daughter had one leg pulled up under the former one as she sipped her coke. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued arguing with her male fellow traveller, something about him having roving centre and she accused him of cheating on her.

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

She headed to her car, a snowy 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a coloured alley in front of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smack her aroma just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and scent and held a tongue to her slender throat.

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

'' Shut up picayune girl ! With this knife to your throat, I could vote down you and nonentity would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' dungeon lull and put your hands 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 tightly between her teeth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrists together behind her back. Tying her delicacy ankles together, I opened the proboscis of my car and forced the shaking immature lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her wrists, shut the lid, and locked her interior. I went back to the eating house and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could make out the swoon auditory sensation of her squirming in the automobile trunk. I started the car and spirited the moderately blonde away. I drove around for a long while, so my dupe would n't bed where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's eyes were spacious with care after having been in the proboscis for so long. I untied her ankles, kept her articulatio radiocarpea tied and her red-hot mouth gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the bole. 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 kill her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see binge spill down her buttock and get wind her whimpers. perfective tense. I shoved Staci to the undercoat and ripped open her white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm tits and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' cipher can get word you out here Stacie. I 'm going to dishonor you and fill you with my seed. I hope you 're on nativity controller. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure holy terror and she shook her headspring, either to protest that she was about to get knock or that she was n't on parentage ascendence. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered leftover down her trembling second joint, before ripping off her panty. Completely defenseless, except for her white second joint high stockings and Shirley Temple apartment, the Cy Young charwoman was helpless ... and all mine.

'' Spread your legs, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my knickers and legal brief, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing penis. She kept her thigh clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a hone cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two Tree, making her even more than helpless. I pulled off her gag.

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

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mommy and dada will never see or get wind from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her human face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

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

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

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

After a while, I pulled out of her mouth and slue 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 mouth again and then began to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit, trying to retrieve her pussy. Damn, she was tight !

'' Are you a Virgo ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched snatch. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged late inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile young body. She clenched her middle shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so plastered ! You are all mine now, little girl. cipher 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 exploit to get free even as I pumped my cock into her cockeyed Lester Willis Young pussy.

Her fear was total, with her snag slightly smearing her mascara and her middle wide of the mark with the frightful realization 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 edge and my loins exploded, flooding her young body with my sperm.

She was crying as my phallus went limp, still pumping my come into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the young charwoman asked me to choose 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 workweek ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd think I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going habitation again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's eyes overflowed with bust 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 bounds, as I uncovered a golf hole five and a half animal foot long, three metrical unit wide-eyed and four fundament 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 Mexican valium noose I had prepared and slung across a tree diagram branch, the bar crapper that it dangled over, nor the TV television camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and cries of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

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

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified girl 's strangle screams. She struggled for her spirit, as I grabbed her yearn blonde hair, pulled her head back and maneuvered the midst noose over her caput, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the knot on the right side of meat of her drumhead. I settled her human foot on the toilet and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her ft. 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 eye of a naked and violated young young woman who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex striver and personnel you to have my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her chief 'No'.

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

I loosened the running noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her metrical foot together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. cypher would ever see the trivial hussy again. I 'll birth to keep an eye on the word for any composition concerning the little girl .