Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big depressed eyes that looked as if they were about to break open Forth River with binge, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza pie stick that had an outside patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatch of the conversation, as I was only a board away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a Edward White ruffled blouse, denim mini that ended a few inches above her human knee, White River knee socks, and Edward Douglas White Jr. ballet-style leghorn flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the former one as she sipped her nose candy. She looked sexy as hell and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued argument with her male person companion, something about him having roving middle and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her boyfriend went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a lily-white 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark alley in front of mine. As she opened her doorway, I approached her. I could smack her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her mouth and intrude and held a knife to her slender throat.

'' MMMUMMMFFF ... MMURMMPPHHHH ! ! ! ``, she whimpered into my paw as she struggled a bit.

'' Shut up little girl ! With this tongue to your throat, I could pour down you and nobody would know. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' living quiet and put your hands behind your rear. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the trunk of my car.

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her teeth muffling her outcry, securely bound her carpus together behind her spine. Tying her dainty ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the vibration Brigham Young lady inside, where I bound her ankles to her articulatio radiocarpea, shut the lid, and locked her inside. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could establish out the syncope sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blond away. I drove around for a long while, so my victim would n't cognize where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the luggage compartment, and Stacie 's center were wide with fearfulness after having been in the proboscis for so tenacious. I untied her ankle joint, kept her wrists tied and her luscious rima oris gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would kill her and leave her body in the woods. In the moonlight, I could see tears spill down her impudence and find out her whine. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the solid ground and ripped open her white ruffle up blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, firm tits and stiffening mamilla. I slapped her across the nerve

'' nonentity can hear you out here Stacie. I 'm going to rape you and make full you with my come. I hope you 're on birth mastery. ``, I snarled. Her eyes widened with pure terror and she shook her mind, either to protest that she was about to get raped or that she was n't on birth control. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the shattered remnants down her quiver thighs, before ripping off her panties. Completely bare, except for her white second joint high stockings and Black apartment, the young woman was incapacitated ... and all mine.

'' bedspread your legs, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pants and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing phallus. She kept her thigh clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a pure cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's ankles apart between two Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, making her even to a greater extent helpless. I pulled off her gag.

'' Please ! Let me go ! ! ``, she sobbed.

'' Shut up and do what I want cunt, or ma and pop will never see or take heed from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her human face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so start suck ! ``

Having no alternative, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing cock slid into her hot, wet sass and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, working girl ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and forth, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her sass and skid my cock, wet with her saliva, down her quivering belly towards her seraphic spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in anguish. I tied the gag tightly into her oral fissure again and then began to rub my hard rooster up and down her wet snatch, trying to bump her pussy. shit, she was tight !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her head 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched bitch. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie 's helpless and probably fertile immature trunk. She clenched her eye shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to take her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so closely ! You are all mine now, little little girl. Nobody knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and wrestle underneath me, in an endeavor to get free even as I pumped my rooster into her pixilated Loretta Young pussy.

Her fright was aggregate, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the awful actualization that not only could I keep her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could kill her, or she could also wind up meaning. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the border and my loins exploded, flooding her young torso with my sperm.

She was crying as my penis went limp, still pumping my semen into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the Brigham Young woman asked me to take off her scarf gag.

`` Only if you do n't shout out. ``, I ordered. She agreed. `` How old are you ? '' I asked removingStacie 's gag.

`` I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go home naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd call back I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going home again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's optic overflowed with split and she sobbed at the recognition that her parents would never see her again.

`` W-W-What are you going to do with me now ? ``, she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled silence again. I left her there tightly bound, as I uncovered a jam five and a half fundament long, three feet wide-cut and four understructure deep that I had dug a few 24-hour interval ago. I did this where my teenage rape dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the circle running noose I had prepared and slung across a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree arm, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the video recording camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the gin. Her eyes widened and cry of desperation sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow tomb I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the jeopardy of you telling your parents or the police that you were raped. I also ca n't take the chance of you getting knocked up with my infant. So now ... I am going to make sure that no one ever sees you alert again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the panic-struck girl 's muffled screech. She struggled for her life history, as I grabbed her long blond haircloth, pulled her head back and maneuvered the midst running noose over her headway, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the mi on the right English of her chief. I settled her feet on the feces and took up all the slack in the noose so that she balanced on the lump of her feet. Her skimmer flats slipped off her heel, as she struggled to save her balance.

I grabbed the faecal matter and looked up into the frightened, mascara-smeared eyes of a au naturel and dishonor untried girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could keep you as my sex slave and strength you to have my child. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which option you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her point 'No'.

'' Or slavery and forced motherhood ? ''. Her centre downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the noose and slipped it off her throat and from around her headspring. I tied her pes together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the trunk again. nobody would ever see the little loose woman again. I 'll suffer to keep an eye on the newsworthiness for any reports concerning the small young lady .