Lisa slumped, hobble, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's psyche swirled in an unconscious state.

( Warming up for a meet Lisa looked across the running study. With the sun in her middle she squinted to
see a man walking toward her. Tall, potent pace she could make out the uniform.
She started running. It had to be. But it couldn't, not for another two weeks.
Held in her Dad's potent arms she felt safe. She didn't want him to go back, not back
to that terrible property. )

Man dat sume softheaded crap. Laughed Lamont.
Did u take heed her scream.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum good fucking.
Yea lets eff dat little cunt. fringe her hard.

OH dickhead man, look at dat. Is she dead ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the level.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
Dats alright, we can have sex her anyway.
U spew man, I not fuckin no unconscious bitch.
Man, fuck em whild they still warm.

NO, not me. Besides, I am hungryyyyyyyyyy. Why don't u gogit some sliders at da castle
shucks, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a dozen, gots to get my energy to jazz. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA White palace and a White Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 track over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin brush up fo that niggling shit fo, Lamont.

The young crony are jackin them. You know every one got ta start somewhere.
I buy them up to help dem and then later when they movin on up to auto and shit they come
to me to move dem.
DAT good business, it the Amercian way.


Lamont put Lisa on the couch and put a blanket over her.
She moans slightly but is still unconscious.

( Lisa loved the morning Blue Hour. As long as she could call back this was fourth dimension with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rainfall snow, they would run. When she was Cy Young Dad would run
with the go songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the Pb and he
would follow and the lyric poem were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer, Fighting First, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for other little girl )

15 bit later Lamont gets a call option from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat sliders and dropped off dat 8 caterpillar track.
Gon na bring my friend Jose with me.

Man u know I don't like dat guy, everytime he over here sumpthing pass away like
an airtool last time.
Lamont, u don't know dat, He's cool.
I don't trust dat MF, got ta keep keep an eye on him.


sang-froid ! ! darn thought Lamont. Fucking shifty fat ass greasy MFer.
admiration why fuckin Cyrus likes him.
One ugly asshole, dat for shore.
Lamont looked over at Lisa, she 's not moved, still out. Hope……………..

( Lisa loved the morning Blue Hour. As long as she could commend this was meter with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would chair
with the running songs, cleaned up for his young girl. Now often she would do the lead and he
would adopt and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one response but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for other girls )

Cyrus and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could sense the sliders as they walked in.
Jose was a angry looking MF. Red bandana, unkempt beard, gold and missing teeth.
He was a fat screwing too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, nothing to destroy a good repast like having to look at that asshole.
They sat at the board, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few slider from Lamont's bag.

Fucking free loader MF thought Lamont. He can wolf these sliders.
nooky 12 slider would be nada for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to give fewww.

What you have over hereee. Jose spotted Lisa on the couch.
Our entertainment.
She is passed out and we are waiting for here to get along to, give her a little rest then… ...

So Swweeet. HMMMM.
OH shit thought Lamont. Now look at this. Fuck. Now he gon na freeload fucking our bitch.

Jose sat next to Lisa and sat her up adjacent to him.
She sat limp, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his hands over Lisa tits.
He fondled her knocker, rubbed her nipples. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her lonesome reception were some nonvoluntary groans.

("You'r out “. yelled Lisa. She had just tagged her Dad. They were playing running al-Qa'ida in front
with Pauli. Lisa watched as three Black railway car pulled up. The driver of the centre car got out and opened the back door. Lisa's dad walked over. Mr. D'Angelo, it is a pleasure to see you. They shook hands.
Marc, I wanted to tell you how proud everyone is of you. give thanks you Sir.
This must be Lisa. You look so much like your grandmother. Thank You, Sir.

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your nan would be so proud.
After some small talk, Lisa's Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your sept need, you let me sleep together. Lisa is marvellous I hear good affair about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful angel. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

Jose spread her leg and rubbed between her mound. He had his
middle finger's breadth rubbing her pussy. He rubbed and wind her.
His hands ran up and down Lisa's legs, he pushed a finger inside her and then another
probing and prodding inwardly her.

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one sick fuck Man, she is fucking out moth-eaten Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so sugared, so young.
His finger kept pushing inside her.

Oh Lamont thissss pusssssy is so nice, reminds me of my niece.

My sidekick, heee came up and had to leave to work in the battleground and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a bastard thought Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's weight bench. He took a radiocarpal joint and
tied it with roofy to the weight stand bar and then the other mitt to the other side.
Jose smile as he looked at the helpless unconscious teen on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the mortise joint to the weight bar up on the stand, pulling it up and blanket and
then tied up the former. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back flat and legs up over her head.
Lisa's legs were tied full, ass up in the air, pussycat wide open, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his pants and straddled the exercising bench. He ran his rough hands up and down the
Whitney Young second joint.

Lamont thesseee young lady esee a
SLEEPING BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO FUCK sleeping BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thighs with his stiff deal and slue his cock along her pussy.
Ohhh, doess that feeellll commodity. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his cock slid cryptic inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as deep as he could.
Her physical structure stretched against the weight of his terrible rape.

Still not awake, Jose leaned even further forward and saliva in her face.
He slapped her cunt face, one way and then the other. Lisa moaned and awoke screaming.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Terrified she woke from her unconscious state.

She was tied to the practice bench looking up at this big, tough, have in mind looking fat fucking, his cock inside her.
His bearded face, Au tooth, whiskers and have words wearing apparel were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his dick. Her arms and peg burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in utter terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thighs almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her loaded and hurl deep inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO point AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued