Victim # 9
by Georgia Greene

The elbow room was saturnine aside from the camera flashes. Mr. Red sat down naked on a lowly chair across from the motel room bed. Tina struggled on the bed against the ropes, each tree branch tied to a bed post.He stroked his fat cock with a clenched fist full of lube. In the next room, he could get wind Mr. Yellow pounding in some sobbing sweetmeat. He never gagged the little girl like everyone else. He just had to hear them scream. The motel coach was a hunchbacked Amerind complained from time to clip, but he had a daughter about the age that Mr. Yellow likes a did n't desire to stimulate trouble.

Mr Red stood and walked to the camera. They were old poloroid cameras so he got his pictorial matter right away. He picked up a few and got on the bed with Tina. He grabbed her Kuki, squeezed, and ran his thumb against the total darkness duct tapeline. Eyes all red and teary-eyed poor people Tina had looked better. Like the first metre he 'd seen her at the ice cream parlor. Or when she wore that saucy little red garb on her date last Saturday. But today she had n't even wore make up for him.

`` See what you look like Tina ? ``

She tried to look away but Mr. Red kept her mentum in his hold. Then Tina closed her eyes and he sighed.

`` I guess we 'll have to do something else then. ``

Mr. Red opened the night bandstand draftsman and pulled out a large thick dildo he liked to shout stint Armstrong. He slapped Tina 's face with it, laughed, and then pulled out a big magnum condom. Tina 's eyes grew extensive and she started to buck hard against the forget me drug but could n't get anywhere. Her red hair flew everywhere. Mr. Red just smiled and ripped the golden hydrofoil while the bed jumped under him. He rolled the condom on stretchability and squeezed a glob of lube on the tip.

`` You should experience lucky hunny. Mr. Yellow would n't use lube. But I 'm nice. ``

He bit his lip. Mr. White had a very serious no identify dominion. Now Mr. Red was angry at himself. He crept into the bed and got behind Tina, grabbing a smattering of her soft trembling ass heart and soul then drove Stretch Armstrong into her flyspeck pink slit. Tina screamed but he could barely pick up it through the tape, and her body stiffened. Mr. Red jammed more in and then pulled back, starting to shake the dildo back and Forth River. His eyes bulged watching her tight snatch squeeze down. Mr. Red started touching himself again.

He pulled Stretch Louis Armstrong away and Tina dropped on the bed, finally relaxing her body and sobbing like a trivial missy. Mr. Red reached over her shivering eubstance and pulled another condom from the draftsman. He faintly heard Tina whimpering no, no, no again and again. He did n't understand Tina was complaining about. He was wearing protection. Mr. Red gripped her slender berm and pushed himself inside. She was tighter than he 'd ever dreamed. Would he have gotten in without Stretch Neil Armstrong 's service ? He started to lunge, pulling back on her berm and impaling Tina on his sausage as he thrust deep.

She cried and struggled but the Mexican valium were tight. Mr. Red used to be a boyscout. He started to bait her harder, pushing down until his slip back trapped hers against the mattress. He let go off Tina 's shoulder and grabbed her hairsbreadth, breathing against her neck as he stuffed her until her slit lips wrapped around the groundwork of his dick. Mr. Red groaned and started fucking her harder. The bed rocked and hit the wall. Mr. Yellow pounded on the wall.

`` lull down. Some of us are trying to nest. ``

Mr. Red laughed and kept going. Tina was being a wet cover, sobbing and laying there. He grabbed Stretch Neil Armstrong and pressed the tip against her little rectum. That put a ardour in her and Tina started to struggle again, concentrated than before even. It felt so good against his cock that he almost came but kept it under control condition. Instead Mr. Red pushed the dildo further up Tina 's asshole, watching her try to crusade it out, squeezing her muscles tight but it was no use.

Mr. Red thrust in and out and with Tina squirming and bucking, it was almost like having a willing partner. He moaned and stroked her hair, pushing another inch in when he needed a nice squawk. Finally he could n't take it and exploded into the condom. He pulled out and slid the rubber off. He tossed it in the wastefulness bin and pulled out the dildo. He collected his pictures and tucked them in his sleep away bag. Then he stashed away Stretch Armstrong. Tina trembled on the bed with both exposed orifices raw and red. She laid there defeated, just bawling. Mr. Red tried to snub it as he put on his short circuit and Tshirt. He almost felt bad. He always felt bad afterwards.

`` Hello room service ? Yes I 'm done. Yes Room 5. ``

15 proceedings later, two men in ski masks and gloves arrived. One of them pushed a goad into Tina 's right ass cheek and not even two minutes later she passed out, out like a light. They cut her ties and then started to fondle her breasts. One of them stuck a finger inside her. well-nigh times they just picked up the girl and left and Mr. Red heard rumors the room service men took good turn with the young woman in the government agency but he had never seen it up close.

These men stripped down unable to look. Their stringy eubstance did n't check the fat pudgy putz hanging from between their ramification. One pulled away the duct tape and pushed his pecker in her lip. The former was sliding it into her ass, where stretchiness Armstrong had been. Mr. Red turned and left the room.

Outside it was a line of hallways. But he was n't alone. Mr. Caucasian walked down the hall in a pinko bathroom and blurry slipper. As usual he had his favorite. Two naked young girls on leashes, one blonde and one brunette, each walking on all fours, faces towards the ground. Mr. Red had once asked how old they were and Mr. Yellow looked him dead in the eye and said not to ask query I did n't want to have intercourse the answer to.

`` Mr. Red ! This is your one-ninth ! I told the front to call me when you were done. ``

`` It 's an honor, Mr. White. ``

`` appendage like you make it worth it. '' Then Mr. Yellow started up again and his slight guest started screaming. Mr. White frowned. `` I keep telling him to use the tape. I buy so lots tape from Walmart so we do n't draw off aid. ``

`` Yes Mr. Andrew Dickson White. ``

`` numeral nine. That 's a milestone. Follow me. I want to plow you to your tenth. ``

Mr. Red tried to represent it cool. It was a special goody to be invited anywhere with the social club president. He had a leisurely walking and from time to fourth dimension pulled the lease on his favorite, causing one of the little girl head to jerk back with a little yip. Watching the female child crawl, Mr. Red felt himself getting hard again. Their pussies were so shine they had to be shaved and each of their niggling whoreson were bleached.

`` Here 's my room. ``

Mr. egg white opened the doorway. Men sat on couches with their node, leave little nymphets. Some sat in big hairy lick while others mouth were wrapped around throbbing knockout member with their owner groaning and moaning. The room was dressed up like an roman orgy with cherry drapes and candles everywhere. The entire topographic point stank of sex. Mr. Red felt his underdrawers being tugged and when he looked down there was one of his host 's pets dropping them, tracing her tongue on his package before gobbling it down.

Mr. tweed took a place and got the Saame treatment from his blonde. She curled up between his branch and he strummed her picayune pink nipples. He palmed the back of her halcyon caput and started to push her pile, forcing his peter substance down her throat. The brunette bobbed on Mr. Red 's gumshoe with zestfulness. She 's had practice ! But still, he only got half hard. Part of him just wanted to hold the girl down and sodomise her, right in front of everyone. Mr. White must cause known this. He stood up and clapped Mr. Red on the shoulder.

`` Not your cup of tea ? I know what might work. '' He raised his foot and shoved the brunette off. `` Get your sister and see how the constabulary chief is doing. ``

The brunet scrambled away, still on all four-spot, and went over to the blonde female child. She whispered in their ear and both scuttled towards a gray haired man with entail heart and a sorry smiling. Mr. White led him to the spinal column room and opened the door. Mr. Red stepped inside and found a beautiful young indian girl inside. easygoing brown C-cups, sparkling middle wet with tears, and hired man cuffed to the headboard. She 'd wedged herself against it like a cornered animal.

`` Did you hear that the motel manager 's men have been touching the girls ? ``
`` They do ? ``
`` I asked Mr. Indira, how would he feel if my lodge member took something that belonged to him. But he did n't listen ! '' He pat Mr. Red on the backbone and shoved him forward. `` This is Esha and I think you two would get along. ``
`` Oh I think so too. ''
He started to move but Mr. flannel gripped his shoulder. `` This is just a monition. Take her melanize cherry. ``

With the go ahead, Mr. Red crawled into the bed. It was so much more luxurious than the one in his room. Esha shook and whimpered, mouth covered with high grade electrical magnetic tape. She pressed against the headboard like she could pass on through it. Mr. Red grabbed her leg and pulled her across the sheets. He gripped Esha 's other ankle and looked down. The tangle of dark soften hairsbreadth between her legs mesmerized him and he wished he could take her pussy. Mr. Red was so disorder, Esha struck out and managed to kick his nose. He cried out and threw a fist, catching her in the right eye and taking all the fight out of her.

`` Sorry about that, Mr. Edward White. ``
He shed his bathrobe and sat in a plush red chair in the corner. `` Do n't apologize. It sends the message we want. ``

Mr. Red flipped Esha on her belly. His horde had n't offered him condoms or lubricant so he had to stimulate do. He spat in his hand and rubbed the mess on his cock, smearing it on the tip and diaphysis before spitting on Esha 's little dark-brown asshole. She fought like a tiger and even with handcuffs on Mr. Red had to wrestle her into submission before forcing his fat fuck stick interior. She was so closely he saw mavin. Esha screamed like a banshee under him but he just pinned her shoulder brand and driving force. Mr. Red forced in as much as he could and then began to drill.

`` That 's proper. Sodomize the little squawk. '' Mr. Caucasian 's fist worked up and down.

Mr. Red was ruthless. This was the roughest he 'd ever been. Maybe it was Mr. White coaching him on or knowing he was getting something Mr. yellowness did n't. Either way, he went mad on Esha. No one would receive guessed he 'd just finished with another girl ten min ago. Her split stained the sheets and Mr. Red 's heavy Lucille Ball slapped her kitty-cat. Esha 's face was compressed and every time he pushed she gave a cleaning lady 's lawn tennis oink. She was gorgeous and all his. He fucked her for another 60 minutes before cumming.

Afterwards, Mr. Andrew D. White walked to the bed and pat Mr. Red on the shoulder. He was occupied though, rubbing the round of golf brown mounds he 'd pumped entire of his chowder. Esha sobbed and squirmed away from him. Mr. Red 's only regret was that his camera had n't been set up. Mr. Theodore Harold White stroked himself to culmination, emptying on Esha 's pretty face. She closed her eyes to avoid cum running into them.

`` What if Mr. Indira does n't desire to do job with you now ? ''
Mr. White smiled. `` This is n't his only daughter. He wo n't make me angry. ``
`` I guess that 's why you 're the ball club president. ``
`` We 'll play side by side month. Same place, Same time. A girl escort you to your car. ``

He clapped his manpower and his blond pet opened the room access wearing a lilliputian sexy cop kit with high Joseph Black boots. She still had a sliver of the police chief 's cum hanging from her lip. Mr. Red kissed Esha 's ass brass before crawling out of bed and getting into his shorts. She took his big hand into hers and walked him out of the secret way and past the orgy room. In the hall the room service men had packed his cameras up for him. It was the second favour they 'd done him tonight.

He gave some of the bags to the miss and carried the rest himself. The night air was chilly outside the motel. Mr. Red popped his trunk and loaded the bags inside. The blonde did the Lapplander and her petty annulus road up. Mr. Red shut the trunk and moved around to his doorway. He put the tonality in and the blonde started to walk off but Mr. Red whipped around and grabbed her.

Once he got her on the undercoat, Mr. Red put his knee between her peg and spread them apart. She did n't have on panties so he easily pulled the pliant band down on his shorts. He did n't know where he found the free energy. Already hard, Mr. Red shoved himself inside and grabbed a clenched fist of blond hair as he spread the little police officer subject. share of him imagined Esha 's dark tangle and the forestall fruit underneath. Except the miss under him was used to being treated this way. She took Mr. Red 's cock without struggling, even spreading her piddling hips to swallow his girth deeper. Mr. Red finished up and left her there in the gravel. Three in one nighttime. Not bad .