Lisa the poor little kidnapped Girl picket stood on the dirty floor in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her arms behind her back. Her young physical structure stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. section of her scout uniform tattered and stained still stick to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The Girl Scout -1
The Gril watch -2 pappa


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her backtalk or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her starting time fuck.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her start climax. Now she waited, helpless at the total 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 habitation. What would they do with her. Would they give birth 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 shoulder joint. Her personal country ached from the rasping fuck. She suffered bruises 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 course, the muckle of the helpless
composition of white meat strung up before their eyes. There was a ride lust. A lecherousness to fuck this E. B. White girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lust, hate, desire.

gyration through all the men were thoughts of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. Fuck a young white Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smile. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum thoroughly shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, feels so estimable.
He relived the moment talkin how good she was, how skilful it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be next. An old beefy black man his boldness showed the
the firmly life sentence of his many year. His face was pock marked and his hired hand rough and calloused from
years of hard work.

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

NONO Don't Stop

His fingers twisted cycle and round of golf. Then he fucked her with his three finger's breadth brutally penetrating
her. In and out his finger's breadth moved, stopping only to stroke her clitoris. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one sugariness pussy, Dat fo sho.

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

Now Girl, I got something exceptional for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all form of prick. This hear is a superpower staple fiber gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a cartridge clip
of staples they use for pallet, extra longs the call them.

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

THUMP ! Lisa hit the ground when the line holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the primer she felt the instant rest period on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. war cry. Please no more.
She tried to cower away. A pathetic useless attack to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked squawk was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

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

blazon grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the pegleg on one slope. Her pegleg were spread along the side of the wooden leg of the horse.
Sweet. screwing look at dat shit. make fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her articulatio radiocarpea were tied to the saw horse peg
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top board, her breasts spread on either side.
The mob watched in prediction as the dick man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool bench sobbing waiting.

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

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

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two basic lodged in the squawk ass. low blood trails and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. Staple dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass meat twitched, heftiness's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A slight phone and she jumped.

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass sum quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staples 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 shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it basic 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 script pulling her toward him as he thrust late inside her.

DAT I MAN. WORK IT WORK IT
Fuck her hard man. Fuck dat whiten hoot man.



To Be Continued