Lisa the piteous little kidnapped Girl Scout stood on the dirty level in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her blazon behind her book binding. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her pathfinder uniform tattered and stained still clung to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The lady friend spotter -1
The Gril watch -2 papa


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her oral fissure or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her low nooky.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her initiative orgasm. Now she waited, helpless at the aggregate mercifulness of her capturer. Her idea raced.
What would they do next ? What would materialize ? 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 joint ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her articulatio humeri. Her personal areas ached from the crude piece of tail. She suffered bruise and cuts, not serious but all painful. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The humor of the men was deepening, driven by spirits and pot and of track, the visual sense of the helpless
piece of Edward Douglas White Jr. center strung up before their eyes. There was a repulse lust. A lust to have it off this White person girl.
Inherent in all men, a compounding of lust, hate, desire.

Whirling through all the men were idea of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. Fuck a Loretta Young blank Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smiles. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum practiced diddlyshit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, feels so just.
He relived the moment talkin how good she was, how in effect it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old burly black man his face showed the
the hard aliveness of his many long time. His face was pock marked and his hands rough in and calloused from
yr of strong work.

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

NONO Don't catch

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

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingers on her face and then baffle his fingers in Lisa's mouth.
discernment it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no pick 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 variety of dick. This hear is a power staple fibre gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a cartridge clip
of staple they use for palette, extra longs the call them.

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

THUMP ! Lisa hit the land when the cable holding her up in the air released.
egg laying on the ground she felt the split second relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to crawl away. A pathetic useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked bitch was at their mercy.

Where u going puss ?

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

weapons system grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the legs on one side. Her legs were spread along the side of the legs of the horse.
sweetness. screwing look at dat diddlysquat. Ready fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrists were tied to the saw sawbuck legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top display board, her breasts spread on either side.
The gang watched in anticipation as the tool man took up positioning behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the instrument bench sobbing waiting.

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

The world power stapler Bubba had could shoot staples a good distance. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the petty bitch Lisa's ass. He shot a staple fiber and missed on function but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two staples lodged in the bitch ass. Small rip trails and diminished bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. Staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

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

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass meat quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The basic were lodged deeply.
Good sharpness 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 bourgeon 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 paw pulling her toward him as he thrust deep inside her.

DATS I MAN. WORK IT WORK IT
Fuck her hard man. fucking dat white-hot shit man.



To Be Continued