Lisa the poor footling kidnapped Girl talent scout stood on the grime floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her subdivision behind her rachis. Her Cy Young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. Parts of her scout uniform tattered and stained still cohere to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The Girl Scout -1
The Gril Scout -2 Daddy


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her mouthpiece or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her first piece of ass.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her first climax. Now she waited, helpless at the aggregate mercy of her captors. Her mind raced.
What would they do next ? What would happen ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not home plate. What would they do with her. Would they get sex with her again ?

She felt so many infliction but more than anything her shoulder joint ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered contusion and cold shoulder, not serious but all painful. How could they do this ? Why did they hate her ?

The mood of the men was deepening, driven by hard drink and pot and of trend, the sight of the helpless
piece of white meat strung up before their eyes. There was a force lust. A lust to fuck this white girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lecherousness, hate, desire.

gyration through all the men were thoughts of what they would wish to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. roll in the hay a untested lily-white 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 expert shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, feels so honorable.
He relived the moment talkin how proficient she was, how good it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old burly black man his grimace showed the
the hard life of his many years. His face was pock marked and his hands rough and calloused from
years of hard work.

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

NONO Don't Stop

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

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingers on her brass and then stuck his fingers in Lisa's mouth.
Taste it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no choice but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and pussy juice from his hand.

Now young woman, I got something extra for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all kind of instrument. This hear is a mogul staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a clip
of staples they use for pallets, extra longs the call them.

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

THUMP ! Lisa hit the terra firma when the cable holding her up in the air released.
egg laying on the priming coat she felt the wink relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. war cry. Please no more.
She tried to cringe away. A hapless useless attempt to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked kick was at their mercy.

Where u going twat ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba retarding force over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

Arms grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse cavalry. The held her ankles and tied them to the legs on one position. Her peg were spread along the face of the stage of the horse.
Sweet. screwing look at dat prick. make fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her oculus, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrists were tied to the saw knight legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top board, her knocker spread on either side.
The ring watched in anticipation as the shaft man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool workbench sobbing waiting.

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

The power stapler Bubba had could shoot raw material a in force distance. Bubba took up a stain
about a foot from the minuscule bitch Lisa's ass. He shot a staple and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two raw material lodged in the bitch ass. diminished blood track and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. Staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass center twitched, muscleman's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A thin phone and she jumped.

Looked at ass leap Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass meat quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staple fibre were lodged deeply.
Good bite 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 blast again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple fibre dat ass, Dats it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM speedy fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough workforce pulling her toward him as he thrust recondite inside her.

DATS I MAN. WORK IT body of work IT
fucking her hard man. Fuck dat white shit man.



To Be Continued