Lisa slumped, limp, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's mind swirled in an unconscious state.

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

Man dat sume brainsick shit. Laughed Lamont.
Did u get wind her screaming.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum good fucking.
Yea lets jazz dat little cunt. Bang her hard.

OH shit man, look at dat. Is she dead ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the floor.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
digital audiotape alright, we can fuck her anyway.
U sick 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 yellow-bellied terrapin at da rook
Shit, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a 12, gots to get my Department of Energy to fuck. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA White Castle and a Caucasian Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 cut over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin round fo that lilliputian 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 machine and shit they come
to me to move dem.
DAT good clientele, it the Amercian way.


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

( Lisa loved the morning time Blue Hour. As long as she could call up this was time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would top
with the endure songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the leading and he
would follow and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer, Fighting showtime, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for former lady friend )

15 minutes later Lamont gets a call from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat Pseudemys scripta and dropped off dat 8 trail.
Gon na bring in my friend Jose with me.

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


cool ! ! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking shifting fat ass greasy MFer.
Wonder 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 Amytal Hour. As long as she could remember this was time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rainfall C, they would run. When she was Thomas Young Dad would contribute
with the running songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the leash and he
would take after and the lyrics were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for other girls )

Cyrus the Younger and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could smell the luger as they walked in.
Jose was a natural state looking MF. Red bandana, unkempt beard, atomic number 79 and missing teeth.
He was a fat fuck too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, cypher to break a good meal like having to look at that asshole.
They sat at the table, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few Pseudemys scripta from Lamont's bag.

shag free lumper MF thought Lamont. He can wolf these sliders.
screw 12 luger would be nothing for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to get 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 come to, throw her a trivial residuum 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 next to him.
She sat limp, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his hand over Lisa pap.
He fondled her breasts, rubbed her nipples. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her only answer were some involuntary groans.

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

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your grandmother 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 home need, you let me know. Lisa is rattling I hear good things about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful angel. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

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

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one sick shtup Man, she is fucking out cold Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so sweet, so young.
His finger's breadth kept pushing inside her.

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

My Brother, heee came up and had to entrust to work in the fields and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a SOB persuasion Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's weight terrace. He took a wrist and
tied it with roofy to the weight unit stall bar and then the other hand to the other side.
Jose smile as he looked at the helpless unconscious teen on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the ankle to the weight bar up on the stand, pulling it up and wide and
then tied up the other. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back mat and legs up over her head.
Lisa's stage were tied wide, ass up in the air, pussycat wide open, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his pants and straddled the workout judiciary. He ran his rough hands up and down the
young thigh.

Lamont thesseee daughter esee a
SLEEPING BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO shag sleeping BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thigh with his unassailable workforce and slid his cock along her pussy.
Ohhh, DOE that feeellll good. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his cock slid deeply inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as bass as he could.
Her torso stretched against the exercising weight of his terrible rape.

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

She was tied to the exercising workbench looking up at this big, tough, mean looking fat fuck, his cock inside her.
His bearded brass, gold tooth, face fungus and ragged clothes were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his pecker. Her arm and branch burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in utter terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thigh almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her tight and thrust trench inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Stop AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued