THE FOLLOWING fib IS fabrication. THIS STORY CONTAINS violence AND hoo-ha THAT PERTAIN TO THE PLOT.

I wake up startled. My head hurts all over again. This time it's a precipitous infliction in the backbone of my head. I try to afford my eyes, but they're sensitive to the brightness level of the elbow room. My vision is blurred. I have a TERRIBLE headache that's pounding my school principal. I'm incredibly dizzy. This feels like my blast at the mall all over again !

I try my practiced to get up. I struggle in the process of doing so. I quickly realize that I'm stuck. I look down at my feet, as they are both epithelial duct taped to a chair. I can barely locomote them ! My subdivision are also entrapped. They are tied up behind me with rophy on the wooden chair I'm currently imprisoned on.

"Whaa-what the fuck is happening ?"

I try to wiggle myself free from the tape recording and ropes. I then hear footfall approach me from a recession. I see a figure stand before me. My vision is still fuzzy but quickly adjusts when I recognize Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark staring at me with a convolute smiling on his face.

"We meet again Luke ... .glad to see you're up and about."

I open my mouth to say something when I stop and stare at the piece of alloy he has in his hired hand. It's a gun ! !

Charles Joseph Clark sees me making eye contact with his weapon and he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh don't worry ... I'm not going to pop you ... .for now. We still have a lot to discuss."

Clark whole step to the side and allows me to look forward to the bed where reddish blue lays.

She's passed out laying to her position facing me. Her face is covered in fresh cutting and bruises. Her make up is smeared from her teardrop. She wears ripped up yoga bloomers and a familiar undergarment for a shirt. I realize she's wearing my singlet from the Night we had sex when I first got place for the summer ! How stupe it was of me to have forgotten it ! That shirt has caused me and violet so much pain !

"Joe Clark ... .uh Mr. Taylor ... I'm sorry for the bother I've been causing to you and Ms. Elizabeth Taylor. You're right about there being consequence to sleeping with a espouse woman. But this crazy ! You can't possibly think you can keep getting away with this ! I covered your ass when you assaulted me in the parking lot ! Now you're holding me and your wife as hostages in a shit motel ! You can't possibly think you can get away with this ! My parents are going to freak out if I'm not home soon !"

Once again, Clark just smiles at me while he plays with his gun in his helping hand.

"Luke ... don't worry about your parents. I let them know you're just amercement. I took the liberty of unlocking your telephone while you were out coldness and texting both of them that you're out with your friends.

And just to make sure that they won't be a bother at all while we sit here getting to know each former ... I'm going to ask for you to scream your Fatherhood and explain why you'll be out of town for a few days ... more or less."

My centre widen in disbelief auditory sense this. A few days as a surety ? ? Stuck in a motel with this psycho ? ?

"You're a PSYCHO ! You can eat defecate if you think I'm going to lie to my dad for you !"I tell Clark with a surefooted boost of anger coming out.

Clark leans into me and I hear a mouse click. He points the barrelful of the gun at my forehead. Everything is escalating way too fast !

"Luke ... let me rephrase what I just said ... I'm not asking you to call in ... .I'm telling you to promise ! And you best sound convincing that you're ok and not in any kind of peril ! trust me ... I won't repeat myself !"

He continues to point his weapon at me while he takes my phone out of his sack. He quickly walks around the rachis of the death chair to take my thumb to unlock my earpiece with the soupcon ID. He walks back up to me and telephone dial my dad. He puts me on speaker continuing to hold the gun at me.

"Hello ?"

"Hey dad !"

"Luke ? Everything ok ? You've been gone for hours."

"Uh ... .Yeah, everything is right. Sorry for not staying in tactual sensation. Uhh ... me and Jacob are actually driving up to LA right now. We decided to uhh ... .visit some friends we made in Mexico during Spring Break."

There's a long pause.

"You're on you way to LA ? You didn't acknowledgment anything of that to me or your mother. Are you up to no skilful ?"

"Uhh ... no we're fine. It was a finis minute thing ... .Greg and Ethan are meeting us out there. Had to final stage instant because Greg won't be available the relaxation of the calendar month because of his job ...."

Another long interruption from my dad.

"Well ... I would really treasure open communication here between your mom and I. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see when you get back. sexual love you."

With that, my dad hangs up, leaving me exclusively with Violet and her psycho husband for the next few days ... without any kind of worry of my whereabouts.

"Ahhh ... .must be great having parents that don't really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your clip with. You must throw had a great sentence growing up, getting away with a lot of diddley ... having the ‘ time of your biography'all throughout high shoal and college"Clark tells me.

Pissed off, I start to scramble in my chair trying to free myself again.

"William Clark ! YOU SICK FUCK ! ! ! What do you want from me ? ? ?"

Clark's face changes to his typical stern expression as he takes his gun and rap me hard in the point. Everything goes wickedness ... ...

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I start to regain my consciousness again. My sight is make this fourth dimension but my head word look like it's about to explode ! The nausea is too much for me. I lean over to my side and starting to vomitus. My center feel like they are going to pop out of my head from the pressure of me puking my brains out ! This felt like I was waking up from the WORST kind of hangover ever ! As I try to find my breathe, I begin to smell the air in the room. I smell the odour of bacon and maple syrup, and my fresh nauseant of trend. I look to the box and see Clark eating away at the little desk in the elbow room. He has a to-go bag from a local breakfast diner with a large tray. He sits down eating pancakes with ball and bacon. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Oh Hey Luke ! salary increase and effulgence ! You must be starving ! Why don't you get up and come snap a plate ?"

He laughs when he says that last constituent. He's completely right though ... .I'm starving and dehydrated ! It's been about a day since I've been trapped here !

I look over to the bed and see reddish blue. She's encompassing awake and is sitting upward with her rear to the bedpost. Still tied and gagged, she stares at me, silently weeping.

Clark gets up and makes his way to me. He has a bottleful of H2O in his hand.

"Where are my style Gospel of Luke ? You MUST be athirst ! Here ... have a sip."

Clark takes the bottleful and dumps some body of water on my fount. He chuckles as he makes his way over to Violet and does the same.

"My beautiful wife must be hungry too ... here take a sip."

I'm FUMING on the interior with rage ! ! ! This pyscho seriously thinks he's going to get away with holding us hostage ... he has another thing coming.

"help ! SOMEBODY, ANYBODY assistant ! ! ! ! WE ARE being HELD HOST-"

I can't finish my sentence as Joe Clark slugs me straight in the face. He punched me so hard, I bit my natural language and immediately started to try blood.

"SHUT UP ! STOP yelling ! You scream one more time, and you're going to observe me beat my wife to a pulp ! Understand ? ?"

I can get word violet starting to cry louder in the scope as Clark regains his composure.

"Now ... I think that you deserve some answers Luke. You've been here long enough and you're starting to pee-pee me off with your hullabaloo and enquiry. So ... .let us begin."

Clark pulls another electric chair and sits across side to face with me.

"Saint Luke ... I told you to quell far away from violet for your safety ... but here's the haul : SHE is the reason why we are all here spending some calibre time together.

You see Gospel of Luke ... .Violet won't even make eye contact with me anymore unless spoken to. She won't talk to me, and does NOT make an endeavor to gratify me when we're having sex ! So ... .out of rage, I rough her up a bit demanding to know if she's still seeing you. And you know what she does ? ? Violet ... My married woman OF ALMOST 25 YEARS spits on my side and screams to me how she's in love with you ... and how she can't standpoint THE SIGHT OF ME ! ! !"

I can see the look of anger and harm on Clark's fount. I look to violet as she's bawling her eyes out. My question is racing with millions of view and declination. I am flooded with a wafture of guilty conscience as I stare at Mark Clark. His fount is flashing red but I can see tears forming in his eyes.

"Gospel of Luke ... I've been away oversea for a really tenacious metre ... the just communication with my wife is via telephone set and television chat. My whole marriage and having my child ... I've been in and out of their lifetime. Always away abroad ... .working. Sacrificing my time with my family for this country. It's been an honor doing so but has NEVER been easy for me being away for months at a time from my phratry. I've missed many crucial holidays, natal day, graduation exercise, you name it !

I decide I'm sick of always missing out on my family unit ... and being away from my lovely wife who I LOVE dearly ... and you know what I do ? I spend the finish TWO YEARS racking up paid clip off from work and resolve to come home and storm my wife ... ..and spend some quality meter with her for as long as I can. And guess what I come place to ? An function, emotional drama, and now ... betrayal !"

As I listen to Clark spitting his anger and ache out at me, I sit with my fountainhead down to the floor, soaking it all in. I know this is all my mistake. He continues on.

"Luke ... you've cost me so much in the very little meter I've known you. You are to fault for wrecking my matrimony and taking away the passion of my life."

Clark gets up and walks to the desk. He picks up an object and makes his way over to violet on the bed.

She stares at Clark while she tries to entrance her intimation from all the crying.

"So beloved ... Luke is the love of your life huh ?"He takes the object and holds it good in the air for the both of us to see. It's a knife ! More specifically, a scoop tongue with a big, crisp blade.

He then pulls out a minuscule torch from a bag he has on the desk and free rein with the switch, exposing the flaming. He walks right over to me and let me hear the hissing auditory sensation of the flame when he plays with it.

"I've suffered plenty dear. All this has been very dreadful for me. I figured it's metre I shed some of that pain and suffering ... .and ploughshare it with the love of your life."

My eye hits the primer in terror. I don't know what he means when he says he wants me to feel his pain. I'm guessing it involves his knife and lighter.

I hear reddish blue start to shout, but her voice is muffled due to the gag. Clark pulls my chairwoman forward to the bed and faces me to her. Nervously, I try to becalm her down as she starts to whimper.

"Violet ... it's going to be ok. Whatever happens."

I look up at Mark Clark as he laughs sarcastically.

"Luke, I'm not so sure you will be, but it's a cute thought."

He takes the flashlight and heats up his tongue in hand. I start to crack down.

"Clark ... please ! You don't have to do this ! I'll cut all affiliation with her I swear to God ! ! ! I won't state ANYONE about this ! ! ! I'll leave you two alone ! ! I'll spend the balance of my summer away from rest home and not come back ! ! ! mean about what you're doing Kenneth Clark ! ! !"

He shakes his head with a look of disapproval as he ignores me. I can smell out the high temperature of the blade as he continues to fire it up. Violet shakes the bed as she tries to disengage herself from her cuffs, shouting for her husband to turn back with her gag on.

Mark Wayne Clark then shows me the blade of his knife. It's so hot, it's red ! He smiles as he holds the knife to my ear. I can hear it sizzling.

"So part of my work in the armed forces Luke ... let's just say ... is classified. One thing me and my team overseas do are interrogations. We interrogate those that hold onto information of our enemies. We're practiced at squeezing the truth out of them, one way or another. This rightfulness here is a SPECIAL technique that works like a charm. It's my favored ! By the meter my tongue is SCORCHING HOT and sizzling, you should see how fasting citizenry weep like little pussies and cave in giving us the information we need."

This is it God ... just ready this quick. This isn't the way I wanted to go out but delight ... .make it fast. I try to calm myself down preparing for what's to follow."violet my dear ... watch as I make the TRUE love of your life suffer and beg for clemency !"

With that, he takes out canal tape and cover version my sass as a gag. I try to call for him to stop but my Son come out muffled.

Clark takes the tongue and presses it against my impudence. It burns SO BAD ! I scream in pain in the neck as he takes the blade off and presses it against my other brass.

I can barely hear Violet as she hysterically begs for him to stop. Clark then takes the blade and begins to make slow but precise incisions down my side. I can experience the blood trickle down running down my face as the pain in the ass stings.

I continue to scream from the pain of the Nathan Birnbaum and the slicing wounds. Clark is still not done ! He takes the knife, grabbing my shirt. In one spry motion, he cuts down the middle, splitting my shirt in half.

Clark then starts to slice my bureau with the leaf blade slowly down toward my abdominal cavity. The burning star was enough to defecate me feel faint. I start to miss consciousness as I feel the knife carving into my tegument. Kenneth Clark cut me up with the blade, drawing line of business down my chest and my blazonry.

I can still hear the faint cries of Violet as Clark continues to constrict the burning hot blade on my flesh and cut me with the knife.

I hear him shouting.

"DO YOU LOVE HIM NOW ? ? HUH ? ? Is St. Luke THE LOVE OF YOUR life-time ? ? ?"

She begs him to stop, crying hysterically.

Eventually, Clark stops.

Seeing how infirm I am, he yanks off the tape from my mouthpiece. I have petty to no Energy Department left inside me to talk. Much less shriek for help.

"So St. Luke, is this gripe worth the pain in the neck and suffering you're starting to experience ? That's right, I said starting ! I'm not finished with you yet. I want you to finger the EXACT amount of pain you've caused me ... ..this rightfulness here is just child's play."

I look up at Kenneth Clark slowly as he stares at me with a disgusting smile on his grimace.

With all the energy left inside me, I spit on him.

He laughs aloud as he wipes away the bloody saliva off his typeface.

"Oh this is going to be so a good deal fun Saint Luke ! You'll see."

He winks at me, and begins to walk away.

I'm able to let out a few words slip out.

"How ... do you pla ... .plan on ge-getting away wi-with this ? You caa ... ..can't expect me to ke ... hold on my mouth shut !"

He stops, turns, and walks back to me.

He leans in and whispers.

"I don't expect you to keep quiet."

He looks to Violet, who continues to weep silently with a scared apologetic looking on her expression at me.

"I'm going to kill you ... slowly. I think it's my married woman's turn to embark on to feel the pain and suffering we both have going on. Once I make you disappear, me and reddish blue are going back to my root overseas. She will go with me, where I will have complete control and be able to watch out for her EVERYDAY !"

After the snake pit I've endured so far and the pain I feel getting worse, I don't try to campaign or plead. I saw this coming from afar. I take one last facial expression at violet before I feel the fellow tap to the cover of my fountainhead with his gun.

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I awaken the future dawn to the phone of crying and gagging. I hear Clark grunting. I open my center. I can barely travel. I look down my thorax and see dry out blood line splashed over me. My slice lesion have begun to clot. I can still experience the tan Marks on my grimace, chest, arm, and abdomen. My total body is sore ! I've lost all feeling in my legs from being tied for nearly two Clarence Day ! My arms are weak from being tied behind me as well. For a moment, I'm disoriented as I look at my surround not knowing where I am, only feeling the astonishing amount of pain I'm in. The auditory sensation of battle cry, choking, and Kenneth Bancroft Clark's grunts and moans quickly work me back to reality ... or hell I should say !

I look over to the bed where Violet is. The mess that's in front of me leaves me in repulsion ! I see reddish blue laying completely 2-dimensional on her thorax at the end of the bed with her head suspension over the bound. Her hands were cuffed behind her, while her feet were tied with rophy up in the air. Clark stands at the rear of the bed, shoving his cock up and down her throat ! He holds her head while he thrusts his pecker in and out of violet's mouth with violent force ! Her expression is completely red, covered in fret, come, and spit. Clark stops his thrusting often to ram his rod all the way to the back of her pharynx and leaves it there while she gags and choke coil, trying to miss his hold to breathe. Only when she starts to turn empurpled, he releases himself from her throat and continues to violate her lip. reddish blue has bout shedding down her font as she pleads for him to cease every metre he takes his dick out of her oral cavity. She pleads and begs coughing and gasping for air.

"Clark, PLEASE ! ! I'm going to pass out !"He then takes his dick and puts it back into her rima oris. He begins to thrust in and out at a speedy rate ! The sounds of his grunts and her strangulation and gagging driving me insane !

"Joe Clark, stop !"

As weak and exhausted as my body is, I have the strength to shout again.

Joe Clark stops what he's doing and looks to me.

"Ahhh Luke ! Glad to finally see you're arouse ! C'mon, the company is just getting started ... I think you're going to like it !"

Joe Clark makes his way over to me completely naked. His body and massive, and covered with tattoos. His peter is almost twice my size and almost spirit like another sinew as it's thick and veiny !

He grabs his epithelial duct table on the desk along the way. He rips some off and covers my back talk, taking away my ability to speak again.

"Now Luke, come and observe as my married woman and I, or your lover I should say, are just getting started."

He takes my electric chair and wrench me closer to her next to the bed.

I look at Violet as she lays matted, her wearing apparel ripped up even more. She doesn't flavor at me as she lays down trying to catch her breath.

Kenneth Clark grabs her infantry, taking off the ropes that bound them together. He then grabs her and shoves her roughly upward. He removes her manacle, revealing bruises on both her carpus from the constriction of the adhesive friction. William Clark then picks up his underclothing off the floor, and folds it into a ball. He shoves the underwear into her backtalk gagging her up. violet doesn't even try to agitate anymore. He laughs while he turns her over leaning her forward to the bedpost. William Clark grabs the cuffs and ties both her work force to the bedpost. He takes her legs and spreads them. He positions her ass up into the air as he tears off the corpse of her yoga pants. Joe Clark then violently yanks off her panties, tearing them in the process.

"Hmmm ... I think I'll pass these to you ... .as a trophy"he tells me. Clark then rips off the duct tape on my typeface, and replaces it with her ripped pantie in my mouth. With a smile on his aspect, he spits on his hand multiple times and itch his cock.

He gets on top of the bed and bends down over reddish blue. It doesn't take a wizardry to know what's to happen next.

I hear violet start to silently weep again as he grabs two of his meaty fingers and violently thrusts them into her cocksucker.

I can barely make out the Logos she cries out but hear a"please terminate"amongst other words with her cries.

William Clark grunts as he fingers her ass roughly taking them as far late into her as he can and quickly pulling them out. He does this for a few minutes and then abruptly stops.

"Luke, you lucky bastard ! Not only did you get to screw around and love my married woman. But she let you fuck her in the ass ! ! I BEGGED her for YEARS to let me ! But she was too scared to try it supposedly. You really hit the jackpot, you know that ?"

I try to just ignore him as I know I'm too weak to even try and fight what he's going to do.

"I need you to really sharpen now. Here's where the fun really starts to complain in !"

Joe Clark then takes his dick and positions it with reddish blue's tight dickhead. Once his tip is in, William Clark rams the rest of this meaty cock all the way into her going balls deep !

Violet shrieking in sheer pain in the neck as he starts to thrust in and out of her ass violently shaking the entire bed. He fucks Violet with such force, she bumps her head against the bedpost each meter he thrust into her. I close my eyes trying to close up out the vision of this incubus unfold before my eyes. I wish I could embarrass out the sounds of her call and his grunt ! He sounds like a fucking annoying fauna. If only I could catch his gun right now and bump his spark out !

As Clark continues to sodomize his married woman for what feeling like an timeless existence, I finally hear him howling ! He's reached his orgasm.

"OH jack ! HOLY doodly-squat Saint Luke ! ! I just deplume your lover's bunghole apart ! ! ! MAN was she tight ! !"William Clark pulls himself off of reddish blue and stands up succeeding to the bed.

Violet has her face to the pillow screaming in agony. Her legs shake on the bed while she shakes her consistency around in discomfort. I look at her ass which oozes out the remains of Clark's jizz with some blood.

"Well Luke. She is your lover. I shouldn't be the only one here having all the fun ! Now it's YOUR bit !"

With that, Kenneth Clark comes forward and starts to grab my belt. He yanks it off and unzips my pants. He pulls them down and my boxer as much as he can, revealing my prick which is completely firmly to my surprise. Having a intellect of its own, my erection formed at the sight of violet's brutal assault. I felt ashamed and pestiferous.

"Would you look at THIS dear ? ?"

He grabs a key and removes her handlock from the bedpost. Clark snaffle reddish blue by the hair and yanks her forward to the side of the bed where I'm lining. She has bloodshot eyes and swell up eyelid from all her yell. Her face is covered with bout and sweat. She looks at me weakly with no saying on her font. It's as if her soul was already dead and there was just a being in front end of me.

I turn my head away as I feel hot rip start to take shape and expend down my face. The weeping burn my buttock making their way down my knife wounds and suntan on my face.

"Look at your lover cunt ! ! You see this ? ? ? St. Luke is AROUSED ! He enjoys seeing a prostitute like YOURSELF getting treated the way you DESERVE ! ! ! !"

Kenneth Clark continues to scream at violet while she looks away. She's too weak to even cry.

"flavour Luke ! looking at at your devotee ! smell at this prostitute ! ! She's too weak to even try and continue our fun ! Well, lets wake her up !"

Clark grabs an opened bottle of water on the nightstand. He grabs her cheek and opens her lip. He pours piss down her throat until she starts to conk and cough. He takes the remainder of the nursing bottle, and dumps it on my face. I'm severely dry up, but the plash of H2O helps come to my energy a little more.

He then starts to slap Violet. Hard ! He slaps her brass full power with the front and back position of his hand. He grabs her neck and starts to choke her while roughly shaking her head back and Forth.

At this point, violet begins to scream and cry again.

"Ohhhh ... THERE WE ARE ! Now you're back ! That's the way I like it ! Ok Saint Luke ! Violet is ready to go forward our fun !"

I look away trying to push aside him. If I could untie myself right now, I would slay him. Without a doubt.

"Luke ! It's clock time for us to make love your lover together !"I immediately start to plead with him begging for him to discontinue. Telling him that she's been through sufficiency, but he ignores me and laughs.

"Saint Luke you're obviously stir ! Now whether you like it or not, we are going to fuck this bitch together !"

I look him straight in the center with a look of pure hatred and disgust.

"Go fuck yourself you DISGUSTING objet d'art OF motherfucker ! You're a nookie giant ! You can wipe out me now if you think I'm going to participate in your sick game ! !"

Mark Clark just sighs and stimulate his headspring with a smile on his face.

"I'm just trying to make this fun. make you a little bit of pleasure before I kill you. I believe you though. I know you'd rather I kill you before you join me. But trust me when I say you're going to roll in the hay this bitch with me."

Charles Joseph Clark pulls his knife from the nightstand. I immediately feel the sensations of that burning blade on my physical structure all over again. Instead, he takes the blade and slice violet's exposed boob with it. operose ! I see blood line flowing down her body to the bedsheets. Violet covers her cheek with one deal as she sobs in hurting. It's an ugly cry. I feel this rip inside my chest as I shout at Clark to stop.

"OK OK ! ! ! I'll do whatever you want ! Please just put the knife down ! !"

Clark grins as he puts down the blade.

"That's what I thought. Now dear, get up and sit on top of your devotee before I grab my gun and rupture your head open."

violet weakly gets up and gets onto my lap. I wince when I feel her torso mechanical press against mine due to my hurt. We both have a brief passionate moment as we stare at each former face to human face. She reaches up slowly to touch my face and feels my tongue lesion. We press our forehead together and close our eyes. Our brief moment of tranquility is interrupted when Kenneth Clark yanks her upwardly forcing her to fend. He grabs my dick, still hard, and aligns it for her with her kitty-cat. He then grabs her articulatio humeri and shoves her all the way down onto my shaft. Violet lets out a quick painful gasp as she closes her optic. teardrop begin to occur down her grimace again. I close my center in horror as I try not to cry myself.

"Now RIDE AWAY BITCH ! Ride his dick ! !"Mark Wayne Clark commands.

violet slowly starts to strike her trunk up and down my light beam. It kills me to include how good it felt. Slowly she continues to hinge on me. Up and down. Clark stands and watches with a sickening look of pleasure on his face. He starts to stroke his peter while watching her fuck me.

After a few minutes of her weakly bouncing up and down on me, Clark tells her to pause.

"Ok, I think it's time I crash this party !"

He then pulls her off of me and shoves her to the floor. Clark grabs my chair and leans me backwards against the incline of the bed. My upper berth back and my read/write head lay against the bedside as the two look legs of the death chair are up in the air. Mark Wayne Clark then picks Violet off the floor and forces her to get back on top of me, this time facing forward like I am with her back to me. She gets on top of me and sits back down on my hammer with no trouble.

"I told you I'm going to crash this company, so high-priced I'm going have to ask you to flip-flop cakehole. Put Luke's prick into your ass and I'll put mine inside your lovemaker."

Kenneth Bancroft Clark had a very calm shade of voice when he said so. It was sickening. Obediently, Violet pulls my cock out of her vagina and puts it underneath straight into her ass once again with no trouble.

Fuck she's so tight ! Last time I fucked her ass was during my final years of give Break ! Of course of study, this was a very dissimilar situation though. One I wish we both were not involved in. Clark quickly gets on top of us and spread candid her legs. He grabs his cock and shoves its entirety up her puss.

"Luke, I know you're tied down but you can wiggle your hip and do it this bitch with me at the same time ! So you easily do so or else I'm going to drive this blade and replace your dick with it and squeeze it inside your lover's ass. Understand ? ?"

I reply back by weakly moving my hip joint up and down, fucking reddish blue's ass. reddish blue winces in pain each time we thrust into her. Clark smiles as he fucks Violet with me. I'm able to pick up the pace picayune by little. I try my best to speed up my sexual climax. The faster I cum, the quicker this asshole gets off of me and Violet. I try to flood my mind with positively charged computer memory I have had with Violet so far. storage start to come of when we first met. retentivity of how she lastly minute joined my friends and I in Mexico for springtime prisonbreak. Memories of me and my outflank friend Jacob fucking her together on the beach. store of the random hookups I had that same workweek. Memories of her sister Linda coming to town for a visit and getting to fuck them together. And then of path, storage of the Night not so long ago we declared our love for each early. The weekend we spent together while her hubby was away on a fishing trip.

It doesn't take long for me to set forth getting the feeling in my sack of an coming approaching. I pick up my footstep, with all my energy left in me. violet groan in pain while I continue to thrust up and down. I feel wicked about it but I need to finish so I can get Mark Clark off of me and her. Kenneth Clark starts to grunt like a wild beast again as he tries to remain at my gait. No such chance. With my bridge player tied behind me and my pegleg tied in front, my hips are going berserk as I try to gouge out an orgasm.

"shag ! !"

I scream out loud.

violet's cries of pain actually calms down a bit with a still speck of pleasance.

I keep grunting as I slow down to let Clark know I've reached my climax. Eventually, he pulls himself off of me and her. He picks up Violet off my gumshoe, popping it out of her whoreson with my spunk dripping out of her. He tosses Violet onto the bed like a rag doll and pulling my electric chair upward, away from the bed. He turns it around so I can face her.

"My act again to cum on this bitch !"

Kenneth Clark pulls Violet towards him. He grabs her tomentum and Northerner it to pull her human face to his turncock as he strokes himself with intense force. violet closes her eyes as he starts to howl. Clark hits his orgasm and Violet is greeted with slew of semen to her eyes, nose, and mouth. This guy had an coming not too long ago and yet he spills massive cargo of semen onto her ! Clark then takes his hand and chafe his tinder all over her face.

"Now lick my hand off cunt ! !"

reddish blue does what she's told to do and licks off Charles Joseph Clark's cum-covered fingers one by one.

With a aspect of satisfaction, William Clark grabs his underwear gag he made for her and shoves it back into her mouth. He then grabs the handcuff and ties her hands upward to the bedpost. He makes his way over to me and drags me closer to her. We both stare at each other. Both of us share the same feel of apology and regret.

"I'll let you two lovebirds spend some tone meter together."

With that, he walks away to the bathroom whistling. Minutes later, he comes back out dressed up.

"I have some errands to run. You both good be on your best behavior."

Clark walks past times us and then catch. He looks at me and smiling.

"Can't forget this huh ?"

He reaches for Violet's ripped panties and shoves them back into my mouth gagging me once again.

"Just a little precaution to realize for certain you don't do anything stupid while I'm away. Now, take tutelage of each other. If you behave, I'll bring you some urine. You must be parched !"Clark winks at me as he steps out of the room and leaves us.

Funny how this is the exclusively prison term I've ever seen him leave. Every former meter, I've been knocked out cold.

I stare over at violet. She looks at me with sadness and endeavour to muffle an apology. She waves her oral sex at me and nods in the direction of the door, her way of telling me to try and free myself and get out of here.

I make an effort at loosening up my hands but seduce very piddling progress. Between the knife wounding, evaporation, and starvation, my body was just too watery. My question was throbbing from the pressure of me shaking my body up and down fucking Violet against my will. I'm almost electropositive I have another concussion from all the fourth dimension I've been pistol whipped. I still haven't fully recovered from my first one back a couple workweek ago in the mall parking lot !

"Luke ... babe facial expression at me."

I'm shocked to get wind Violet talking ! She was able-bodied to ptyalise out her gag.

"Gospel of Luke ... .I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

She takes mysterious breathing time between each sentence as she talks. She's having trouble talking to me because of her lack of Department of Energy as well. She's probably just as dehydrated and starved as I am.

"infant ... .you need to fight. You need to fight your way out of here ! Free yourself !

You don't deserve any of this ! Right now, your lifespan depends on it ! Go be with your category. Don't worry about me. I need you to find the strength and the courage to free yourself. I need you to dwell ! I would never forgive myself if Clark gets his way and kills you. Please infant, you need to go !"

I listen to reddish blue speak. I start to cry as she stares at me begging for me to bequeath. I can't just leave her ! I love her ! What will Clark do to her if I escape and leave her behind ? Regardless if I convince her to come with me, we would have to run away. But aliveness would just not be pleasurable knowing that he'd hunt her down.

She takes her right wing metrical foot and extends it to my face. She turns her infantry into a claw-like frame and seize her pantie that are lodged deep in my mouth. It takes her a few attempt but she's capable to pull them far back enough for me to spit them out completely. She gives me a grinning as she starts to cry with tears of relief.

"talk of the town to me baby."

I look at her with tears in my eyes.

"Violet ... this man ... this monstrosity ! I can't leave you here with him. If I leave, you have to come with me. He will down you ! Maybe not today. Nor tomorrow. He's serious ! A deranged lunatic ! You deserve better ... .you deserve the world ... YOU are my world ! I love you with all my heart ! I need you in my life and I'd rather die here than live the rest period of my life without you !"

Violet gives me a passionate smile as she tells she loves me too. I need to embrace her ! I need to finger her touch sensation and kiss her. My passion for her is enough to give me the strength to perpetrate hard on the circle behind me. I yank them harder and harder. I yell in pain as the roofy loosen up their tight grips on me. The rope burn and cut my skin as they begin to snap. It takes me awhile for me to really undo up the rophy ! I'm finally able to pull out my left arm from behind me ! I grab my rightfulness arm and pull off the oddment of the rope. My hands were free ! ! I reach over to the dark stand and snaffle the knife. I start to cut away at the duct tape that has bounded me for twenty-four hours ! Alas, I'm free ! ! !

I stand up from my chair and immediately fall over to my face. My pegleg were too light from the departure of blood stream sitting in a chair tied up for days, having absolutely no movement !

"Luke ! Are you ok ? ?"

I stay on the storey for a few moments and then use whatever strength I have left to reach up to the bed to use as keep to peck me up.

"I'm ok ... I just ask a moment to breathe."

I'm slowly able to find my Libra. I can't find my leg at this detail and my coat of arms feel like jelly. I grab a plastic cup next to the tv and relieve oneself my way to the privy. I turn on the spigot and pour the tap weewee into the cup. I start to drink up and hydrate. Words can not key how dry my mouth is ! ! After about ten cup of piddle, I pour a cup for Violet and nominate my way to her.

I pour the water down her mouthpiece for her. She drinks it down, relieved to finally refill her thirst !

"Saint Luke, if you want me to get away with you, you're going to have to use that knife and cut these cuffs off of me ! Clark always takes the key for the manacle with him ! Just know that it's not too late for you to head for the hills and run away ! You have a full-of-the-moon life ahead of you ! If you don't leave in time, he'll wipe out us both ! I'll never forget about you ! I'll always treasure the time we spent together ! I need you to know that."

I look at Violet, she's all bruised up. I can see the look of care and despair in her eyes. I reach over and touch her face. I lean my head into hers and for the low gear sentence in what felt like an eternity, we share a kiss. It's a cryptical passionate candy kiss, but it feels so different. It almost feel like a goodbye.

Determined, I grab the knife.

"I'll get you out of here Violet ! I will NEVER pass on you !"

violet smiles weakly and nods her point. She understood. I immediately start slicing at the chain of the manacle cutting as hard and fast as potential. After going at it for almost half an minute, I was making little to no sweat. The tongue was already dull after the sin that Clark had put me through with it. My hand starts to get tired from the force-out of me trying it cut the metal mountain chain in half. I eventually decide to stop and visualize out another plan.

"This isn't going to exercise. There has to be SOMETHING else in this room to do the job !"

Violet suggests I use a bobby pin of hers to try and spread up the latch where one would insert the key to lock in and unlock the handcuff. When I grab the clip, I notice something shiny from the corner of my eye. On the other slope of the desk, I see Kenneth Clark's gun ! I grab it and charter it with me, placing it on the nightstand where my chairperson is positioned. reddish blue looks at me with concern.

"Luke, I don't think that's a adept idea. Something bad can happen."

I look at her taken aback.

"Something bad can come about ? Something BAD can HAPPEN ? Violet look at us ! This is Bad ! This entire situation is HORRIFIC ! As of right hand now, we're both screwed !"

Before she can respond, we hear footstep approach the way from out of doors. Immediately, I hide the gun. Violet tells me to quickly put the gag back in her mouth. I'm barely able to do so, as I hear the room access starting signal to unlock. I grab the residual of the ropes that tied me and station my helping hand behind the chair. Just as I'm stuffing my mouth with reddish blue's panties, the doorway swings open. We both pretend to be asleep as William Clark makes his way over to reddish blue. I open my eye slightly to see what he's doing. To my utter surprise, he takes the key to the cuffs and unlocks her from the bedpost.

"wake up !"

He slaps her intemperate against the face. violet jolts up in surprise. Kenneth Clark then makes his way over to me with a feeding bottle of water. I see it coming but still act surprised when he splashes me with cold piss to the face.

"Did you both miss me while I was away ?"

I ignore him while I do my scoop to hide my limb behind the chair.

William Clark stops cold in his tracks when he looks down at my ft. I forgot about the duct tape !

"AND JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING ? ?"

My heart is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR tush NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaching for his pocket knife on the bed. That Saami knife that he has used to toss my impudence, subdivision, and dresser. The cold water to the face gives me enough adrenaline to take hold of the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the floor. I hit my head with a loud clump ! My vision starts to blur as we wrestle, both of us trying to whelm each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. BANG ... BANG ! ! !

I hear reddish blue screaming in the background. I look over to my side. There lies William Clark in a pool of stock. Dead. I feel the cold-blooded metal of the gun in my hired man. I can't move. I can barely see as my imaginativeness is blurred. I'm in and out of consciousness, wondering why I can't get up. I'm starting to feel the familiar sensation of syncope sweeping over me.

"LUKE ! ! ! Oh my God ! Oh my God ! ! ! Please don't die !"

I hear violet panicking over me. I want to get up, hug her, and tell apart her everything is going to be OK. I try to move, but my physical structure is paralyze and I feel a sharp nasty pain jerking from my neck up to the spinal column of my head. My headland is spinning. My vision begins to shut down as I my finale glance of William Clark's remains and violet standing above me start to fade. I hear her in the distance once my vision is completely gone.

"Yes how-do-you-do ? JEFF ! Oh my God, I NEED YOUR assist ! This is a topic of LIFE AND DEATH ! You need to send help right away ! !"

I hear the name Jeff one More meter as Violet's frantic vox on the sound disappears. Then ... .complete silence.

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I wake up to the sound of a reminder. I'm in a bed with an oxygen mask on my face, and a bunch of tubes around me. I register by the nightgown I'm wearing and the smells, that I'm in a hospital bed. I see a nurse standing by my bedside as she gasps.

"Oh My ! You're awake ! You finally woke up !"

Before I can ask her any motion, she quickly leaves my way and stride outside the door. I hear her calling someone over the phone.

"Hello ? ... ... Yes ! ... ... .He finally woke up ! ... ... ..Yes, I'll monitor his vitals until you arrive. ... ... sounds commodity, see you soon."

She comes back in to find out up on me.

"How are you feeling sir ?"

Sojourner Truth be told, I couldn't answer her. I have no idea where I am, or how long I've been out. I try to motivate my physical structure around. I'm barely able to wiggle my mitt and arms. I try to joggle my toes and agnize I have no feeling in my pegleg and fundament.

"I can't relocation ... why can't I move ?"I ask her.

The nurse walks up to me and brushes my hair with a kind smile.

"Oh honey ... .you just awoke from a coma. It's born that you won't have any feeling in your body for some meter. You're going to have got to retrain yourself to be able to walk again and continue on with normal life activities."

I'm completely distraught by the news program I just received. Did she just say coma ? ?

"coma ? How long ... .have I been gone ?"

The nurse tells me to be patient as she had to go find out my Doctor of the Church to contribute him the newsworthiness that I'm awake. She tells me that I'll have a visitor coming to see me very soon. With that, she walks out of my room and I'm alone.

About ten moment go by and then I hear a knock at the door of my room. I look up to see a tall Shirley Temple Black man in a patronage wooing with a briefcase.

"Welcome back Lucas."He speaks with a blockheaded British accent.

"Where ... where am I ? Who are you ?"

The guy smiles and introduces himself.

"My name is Jeffrey Font. I'm an old supporter of violet Zachary Taylor's. You've been in a coma for five months !"

I'm laying there trying to figure out what the last matter I could remember was. All of a sudden, my mind flashbulb back to those final consequence at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet's shriek. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff right field before I blacked out.

"Where am I Mr. Jeffrey ? Where is my house ? Where's Violet ?"

Jeffrey gives me an agreement smile.

"George Lucas, I will founder you an answer to all those necessity questions in due time. For now, you must go forward to heal. You lost a lot of blood that night we found you, on top of the SEVERE blunt force trauma to the point you experienced. It's a miracle you're even alive ! For now what I can tell you is that you're in a secure hospital room in Washington DC, and that your family is ok and Violet is doing a lot better each day."

I'm thankful to see that my family is safe and that Violet is well. But I'm still confused as to why I'm by myself on the East Coast on the face-to-face side of the country.

"Why is my kinsperson not here Mr. Font ?"

He smiles at me and asks me to just call him Jeff.

"Lucas, I must admonish you what I'm about to tell you is not going to be easy. just now bear with me ok ?"

I take a deep breath and nod preparing myself for the worst.

"Ok Lucas, where do I begin ? Your kinsfolk and violet are all safe. However, in order for us to keep it that way, we had to give you a new alias. Me and a team of people had to fake your death ... ..you don't need to worry about the details. Just know that your home believes that Lucas Kelly smith ( my wax name ) is dead."

I'm horrified by the intelligence.

"Jeff, why would you involve to fudge my destruction ? ? It's not like I murdered Mr. Taylor ! It was all in self-defense !"

Jeff continues.

"I understand that. However, the US war machine most likely wouldn't. Kenneth Clark Taylor was a respected soldier amongst the navy. He was persona of an elite Special Ops team that did ‘ not subsist'per say. As of rightfulness now, his status is just MIA. Me and my team of mass were able to properly dispose of his body and clean up all the evidence of him ever being at that motel the day you shot him. If people knew he was dead, you and your fellowship would highly likely be at risk of retaliation caused by any varlet armed forces official. Especially if this case went to trail ! You would most likely already be gone if Clark was found dead."

I soak in all this new selective information. I can't believe what I'm listening.

"I know it's a lot to digest right now. I'll give you some time to consider about all this. I'll arrest up on you in a little bit to give you info about your new identity."

With that, Jeff walks out of my way and leaves me. I feel ill to my stomach. I've just woken up from a 5-month coma ! ! I feel like I was gone for years ! Nothing feels substantial anymore !

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