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Please arrest this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. Stop and I will do what you want.
You don't have to draw me. Let me show what I can do. PLEASE PLEASE
AHHHHH Please please ple..
Every part of Lisa's young teen trunk ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tattered lady friend Scout wearing apparel
hung like rags on her body. Lisa's young body was bruised and scraped. There were slice and polarity of her terrible ill-usage all over.

Her eyes were rolling back in her head. AHHHHHH. The terrible pain in her arms. The rophy cut
deep into her radiocarpal joint and ankles. The constant throb she was taking was too much.
fury. The way was spinning. The shouting was fading. The pain was subsiding.
Her head fell down and her body slumped.
unconscious mind again she was escaping the awful attack.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The sweet spirit of her mother's cooking. Boots crunching in the winter snow.
Buster looking out the window at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was real number again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the cock was slamming into her. mystifying inside. bother was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The frigid beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her headspring and shook her. Get back here. Another nursing bottle of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid olfaction of a dirty washroom.
The dark room. direful smells. Driving pain inside. Screaming noise. The frigidness on her face.

Every sense, mass, hearing, touch, tone was being assaulted. Her mind could not work on
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her oral cavity.
Unable to unsay Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not thoroughly enough for our fiddling white girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. confection sass. dessert little pouty mouth.

sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his pecker inside Lisa the picayune Guinea bitch.
Tied manus and foot to a saw horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the tool man had shot her with a high powered raw material gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the trading floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden buck her torso exposed, give for all to see, touch and use.

DAT it, fuck her Bubba. Ezra Loomis Pound dat pussy. Hump her man.
The Guy joked and laughed. Stupid little Bitch. Like that black cock.
Tyrone grabbed her whisker looking her in the human face. Gon na get sum of this next.

Tyrone gave Bubba a pal's hired man tremble. Take a turn Bro. Tyrone is more than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual comrade.

Tyrone took Bubba's place, put his hands on her ass and teased her pussy with his peter. Then he rammed his dick inside the pathetic Edward D. White bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. Dats it, all the way in. He pushed in deep probing her pussy with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his sidekick Ty fucking the egg white teen. As they exchanged looking they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their first time, not their low rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin mighty. Just like the old days Bro.
Man dis feels in effect. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

nooky TAG squad MF FUCKING GANGBANG

Always a brotherly contender Ty was banging the Bitch as hard as he could.
The guy wondered if the Edward White lady friend could look at it. Tag Team fuck by two big shameful hulks.

They picked up the chant.
TAG squad. TAG TEAM. TAG TEAM. TAG TEAM.

I can't stand it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her hair's-breadth while his brother fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na have a go at it u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
roll in the hay my Bro bitch.
I'll be back inwardly u for u know it.
Useless trash, only good fo sum good black prick fucking.

Tyrone held on to the Andrew D. White ass. He remembered Molly's ass. Nice and T. H. White sweet southern ass.
It cut wish butter with his hunting knife. Good times not blank out back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's hindquarters he took his Rough dirty fingerbreadth nails and dragged them as hard as he could pulling off skin as he went.
poor people Lisa screamed as origin streaked her once still virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the skin and blood on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the gustatory sensation. He remembered the taste of mollie's blood.
Oh what a day that was. You always remember your first.

The once pristine Girl guide was just a fucked up piece of white rape meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the white squawk. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.
The vociferation, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
molly was hot piece of flannel meth. She had smiled at Bubba as their way of life crossed going home base. In those days if a whiteness missy smiled at a black boy it meant one matter. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the improper plaza at the legal injury metre.

Ty squeezed Lisa's ass as hard as he could. He held his cock inside her. The throbbing started as
filled her with his cum. OH Yea, AHHHHHHH

It was Bubba's turn again.
They were Tag team work party Banging.

He pushed his tool inside Lisa. He could feel hs blood brother cum inside her.
IM back, How dat feel. Like me proficient. He would cum now and their fluids would mix inside her.
He was so strong. It felt so practiced. Everything was right as it should be.

Tag squad that bitch. Brothers Gangbang. Fuck her Bubba. Rock dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had mollie tied up standing against a stall in the old barn. It was a hot day in the old due south. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed existent good. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southerly air. He just kept screwin her. Ty thought it was strange. He didn't feel sorry for her. He was just so hot waiting his turn.

He was almost afraid Bubba would kill Molly, he was fucking her so intemperately. But he realized the white bitch mollie could choose it. Then he heard her screaming. The cunt was getting off being raped. Just a while of southerly Andrew D. White tripe. She howled for more.

To Be Continued