Twenty twelvemonth old Weary Willie Carlquist stood at the freighter of a good deal with her best friend and personal trainer Tom, ready for their salary increase up. Being an avid hiker, she had scaled the mountain respective times before, but this was the first metre she would be assisted only by one other person with no guide.


Emmett Kelly and Tom met at the gym several month earlier. Tom, a trainer at the facility, was assigned to be her personal trainer. She was nervous at first about having a man be that close to her but her nerves were quickly settled when she found out that he was gay.


Kelly would not have been too opposed to a straight man working out so close to her though. Ever since early on in gamy schooling, Grace Kelly was unknowingly acting like a cocktease. Even though she had only had sex a few times, from the outside you would recall that she was somewhat whorish. Whether it be her sloshed wear or her jokingly flirtatious behavior towards both son and girls, she put on a persona that could not be farther from reality.


The two instantly became supporter and spent a lot of time together. They had been planning this rise for several calendar week. The plans were for them to go over Memorial Day weekend but a death in Tom's family cancelled those design. It was now July 14 and they were ready to originate their adventure.


The estrus of the summer was in full-of-the-moon swing as the thermometers were pushing close to a hundred grade while the clock passed noonday. Tom and Kelly were drenched in sweat just proceedings after exiting the car. Tom was dressed in a dyad of whiten shorts and a Stanford White jersey while Kelly was in a white tank top and a short pair of black shorts. Her farsighted chocolate-brown fuzz was tied in a ponytail, with respective strand of hair stuck to her shimmering skin.


"Ready to go ?"she asked him after taking a drink out of her H2O bottle.


"Let's go !"he responded


Tom grabbed his small backpack filled with provision while Kelly placed her water bottle in her fanny pack and grabbed her bag full of food and H2O. They made their way on to the lead and started their journeying to the top. After a few minutes, she stopped and emptied her water system nursing bottle onto her face, trying to pull ahead sculptural relief from the heat. Normally, she would have been embarrassed to consume urine clinging to her clean army tank top and revealing the bikini top underneath her shirt but since Tom was gay, she made it a priority to move around around and jape as she shook her small-scale knocker at him. He almost doubled over laughing before she turned around and kept going up the mountain.


It took several hours ( and several bottles of water ) before the two made it to the top and at their campsite. Both were holding their shirts in hand as the weather required them to remove them. They took respective breaks on the way to the top. Kelly was never one to take metre out during a mission. Her goal was always to get to the conclusion as fast as possible while being the first person there. Getting to the top as fast as possible this sentence was not possible. She tried pushing herself but took her health into consideration and took her time.


It was around seven o'clock and the sun was starting to set in the space when they arrived. Kelly pulled her shirt back on and sat down on the politic dirt beneath her. She stared at Tom's sweaty, ripped build and could not serve but solve her lip. She knew she could not let him and that only made him sexier to her.


"Hungry ?"he asked her as he pulled sandwiches out of his bag.


She nodded and he tossed one to her. They quickly ate before relaxing for the first time all day. They kept their heart up at the star topology, watching them get brighter and brighter. She would occasionally look down at him while he was not looking and vice versa.


When Tom looked at her, he noticed her rubbing her articulatio humeri and slightly grimacing. He got up and moved over and sat down behind her.


"Your articulatio humeri hurt ?"he asked as he placed his strong handwriting on her.


"It's a picayune sore from the exercising yesterday,"she said while he started lightly massaged it."That feels nice ; you're great with your hands."


"I get that a lot,"he said.


"I bet you make a lot of guys happy with them,"she laughed.


"If only you knew,"he said with a chuckle.


Tom continued rubbing the youthful charwoman's shoulders as she stared up at the sky. The annoyance in her arm was gone but the massage she was getting felt beyond amazing and she did not have the desire to stop him. Once his hands finally got bore, he stopped and went back to his original spot.


"So, are you seeing anyone yet ?"Tom asked her.


"No not yet,"she responded."All the bozo in town are jerks. Too bad I can't find a straight variant of you, I'd be so happy. So how about you ? Any new cat in your lifetime ?"


"Still looking sweetie. I've had a couple one-nighters but nothing dangerous,"he said.


"You'll find the right somebody soon,"she said as she took a crapulence from her water bottle.


"I think I just might, I've got a feeling it will be sooner rather than later,"he said with a smile.


They kept making small talk for another hour before Kelly started going through one of the dish and pulled out a modification of clothes. She pulled her shirt back off and started undoing her two-piece top while Tom watched on. She stopped and held onto her breasts.


"Are my dope getting pocket-sized or is it just me ?"she asked.


Tom stood up and walked over to her, grabbed onto and lightly squeezed them. She giggled as his hands softly manipulated her chest.


"Seem fine to me,"he said with a smile.


Princess Grace of Monaco started to snaffle for her other shirt but his hired hand remained grasped onto her chest, his grip getting tighter. She tried to push him off but he held on.


"For a gay guy, you really like feeling my boob don't you ?"she asked as the grinning on his face went away."Ok really, let me go so I can get dressed."Still, he held on tight."Tom, what is incorrectly with you ?"


"Why should I let go ?"he asked her.


"You're hurting me and you're gay, you shouldn't be grabbing me like this,"she said as he released one hand from her chest and put it on her shoulder.


"You honestly still think I'm gay ? Are you truly that stupid ?"he said as he pulled her last and stuck his tongue down his disconcert booster's throat.


Kelly broke the osculation and slapped him across the face."Stupid ! ? You pretended to be gay and you're calling me stupid ! ? Why have you been lying to me you bastard ! ?"she yelled as she pulled her shirt on.


"Why else would anyone want to be close to you ? I wanted to get a piece of your sweet ass and back in school, you wouldn't give me a s look !"he yelled as she looked confused.


"I didn't go to schooltime with a Tom Jamison….who the hell are you ?"she yelled.


"Jake Thomas-Patterson, your science married person in freshman year…you know, the one you called an ass hole when I spilled a beaker of water on your lap,"he said as she gasped.


"That was you ?"she asked.


"Yes, you screamed out ass hole and everyone in that course of study proceeded to shout me that like it was my name all year. I hated you so much, I wanted nothing more than revenge,"he explained.


"Your revenge was making out with guys in front of me ?"she asked, still confused.


"necessary sacrifice. It was all part of the design to get to this stage,"he said as he slowly walked towards her.


"Tom…Jake…whoever you are, we can work this out,"she said as she backed up and tripped on a rock, falling to the flat coat.


Tom stood over her with wrath in his eyes. Kelly picked up a handful of grime and threw it in his eyes before getting up and running away from him. She looked back to see that he was following her and closing up in a hurry. When he was close, she made a sudden turn that threw him off for a arcsecond. She picked up a prominent rock and threw it towards his face. Unfortunately for her, she missed and only infuriated him further.


Kelly kept making surd turns in an endeavor to shed him off her trial but he was too focused to screw up. The fearfulness that ran through her was its nigh intense. She saw a dark cave up ahead and headed into it. On the asset side, he could not see his own nose in the wickedness. The bad news…neither could she.


Tom slowed down and suddenly stepped on something soft. He pulled his prison cell earphone out of his pocket and lit the expanse up. He aimed it down and saw Gene Kelly lying unconscious on the ground with a giant bruise on her forehead. He looked up and saw that she smacked her read/write head on a wall of rock. He put his phone down and grabbed her by the tomentum, dragging her out into the moonlit area. He looked around and saw that, with all the bout they made, they were only a few hundred feet from their campsite.


Tom walked back and retrieved his bag of"supplies ”. In world, it was to a greater extent of a distortion discharge. Inside were ropes, lanterns, a lighter, a hunting knife, a small excavator and a pair of administration knuckles. He brought them all back to the cave and lit the two lanterns. He dragged her limp consistency back into the now-lit cave and used the rope to tie her hired man and feet behind her.


He left to go back to the campsite and came back with the bag of food and water. He took out a nursing bottle of water and poured it onto her, trying to waken her. She slowly came too and shook her mind hard. She tried moving but realized that she was bound tightly. Tom pressed his tennis shoe to the side of her face and stepped on her hard. When he let go, she screamed for help.


"belly laugh all you want Kelly, no one can hear you. You seem smart enough to know that…I surmise I was faulty,"he said with a laugh.


"Let me go now you bastard or you're gon na pay !"she screamed.


Tom knelt down following to her and ran his finger through her haircloth."How am I going to pay you dense bitch ?"


She gasped as the end Good Book left his lip. Never before had Kelly Carlquist been called a cunt and she did not like it one bit.


"What did you fucking call me ! ?"she yelled as she squirmed around on the ground.


Tom stepped back and kicked her voiceless across the tummy which caused her to screech in pain.


"How about you shut up now !"he yelled."You are going to get what you have coming to you."


"I didn't do a damn thing ! It's not my fault you couldn't handle being called an bunghole !"she continued trying to part innocent before he spit on her face.


"You did do many anathemize things. You are zippo but a flirtatious little bitch that needs a thoroughly didactics to,"he said.


"Flirtatious ? I don't prickteaser with anyone !"she screamed.


"So when you wear those tight shirts at the gym with no bra underneath, that's not flirting ? When you pretend to gain out with your girl at the bar, that's not flirtatious ?"


"I joke around with my friends and it's more comfy without a bra on. Besides, it's usually just me and you and I thought you were gay,"she said.


"You thought wrong,"he said as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up."If only you knew how much cum I've guessing just thinking about you."


"You're a disgusting composition of shit,"she said as she spit at him.


Tom dropped her nous and she slammed down to the soil, letting out a whimper as she hit. She closed her middle as the pain of her outset head injury intensified. When she opened her optic, she saw Tom's drawers down at his feet. She looked up and saw his massive eight inch stopcock in his script. Not having been with many men in her life, Princess Grace of Monaco had never seen a member that big before.


"Please Tom, just let me go. I promise I'll forget about all of this…please, for me ?"she asked as he laughed.


"fille dainty two-shoes not telling on me ? Fat fucking chance. I'm not buying your bullshit Emmett Kelly,"he said as he aimed his cock at her."The olfactory sensation of your sweat is really starting to take a leak me off…you need a good cleaning before I take what's truly mine."


Kelly was confused as to what he meant until she saw and felt a warm, gold stream flow onto her sweaty body. She gagged and choked as his putrid urine rained down her from head to toe. She made sure as shooting to keep her mouth and eyes closed so she did not accidentally catch any. When he was done, she opened up and almost vomited at the smell coming from her.


"You sick ass,"she said.


"You have a big ass mouth you know that,"he said as he grabbed her by the haircloth and set her up on her knees."open air your rima oris ; it's time to shut you up."


"I don't suck dick,"she said sternly.


"You do now, so open up,"he said as he pressed his tool against her cheek.


"And if I don't ?"she said with her teeth clenched.


"I'll punch you in the oral fissure until it opens,"he said as he balled his fist up and held it in front of her eyes.


The scared brunette kept her mouth closed and looked up at him with a grinning, almost daring him to do it. She tried to call his bluff but quickly learned that he was not bluffing. One cadaver shot to her jaw caused her to shriek out in pain. Before she could gain her composure enough to close her mouth again, his thick phallus was half way down her throat. She could see the blood from her mouth dripping onto his orb as they slammed knockout against her mentum.


Kelly was in terminated underworld. She never had sucked a dick before in her life and as a topic of fact, thought it was the most skanky matter a lady friend could do. Now she had one in her backtalk ; her throbbing-in-pain, bleeding sassing, against her will. She tried to defend him but with her arm tied up, she could do zippo but feel his large cock slide in and out of her throat. She choked and gagged with each thrust and swore she would occur out soon.


Tom was only getting more excited as the sound of his penis sloshing around inside her stringent throat sounded like it was being played on a stereoscopic picture system. It was a quiet night in the cave and the replication her mute cries only made him happier. He pulled out of her throat for a few seconds and wiped the monumental amount of slobber on his cock onto her sweaty forehead. She begged for him to give up but he quickly reinserted himself into her and continued face fucking her.


For several minutes, Kelly could do nothing but convey the revilement in her mouth. She felt as disgusting as potential just by having his cock in her bearing, let alone down her throat. She silently prayed that it would end soon and she could just go home and try to draw a blank it. Suddenly, Tom pulled out of her and she started catching her breathing time again. She kept her eyes closed and was unaware of him jerking off furiously just in from her face.


Kelly's eyes shot spread when she felt something midst and hot Edwin Herbert Land on her skin. The next shot of cum hit her right in the eye and she screamed in painful sensation. She hung her head word low watchword as Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent cum hit her now-not-so-pure face. When the conclusion drop fell, he grabbed a handful of her hair and used it as a rag to cleanse any leftover cum from his dick.


The young woman felt like she was going to be sick as she looked down and saw sticky white globs fall from her face onto the ground below. She remained in place even when Tom walked out of the cave. In her psyche, she was going to hell just for allowing him to do this to her. She closed her eyes again and cried for respective minutes.


Tom reentered the cave and saw her sobbing to herself. He approached her with a reefer he found outside and whipped her across the aspect with it. When she looked at him, he had the knife in his other hand. She was terrified that he was going to use it to slay her. He grabbed her shirt and cut it off of her body. Next off were the shorts and her shameful panties until she was completely naked in front of him. He pulled his own shirt off and tackled her to the ground. He held the knife to the ropes at her animal foot, cutting it away from her. He held the knife to her pharynx when it looked like she would kvetch him.


"I dare you to kick me,"he said in a threatening tone."I swear you will regret it if you do.


He placed the knife down and started rubbing her well-shaven kitty hard. She could feel but could not see that he had something around his hand. She fought him as she felt her clit being rubbed by the cold object. She kicked him in the leg several sentence. He swung his bridge player back and punched her hard in the kidneys. He held his hand in front of her eyes and showed her the pair of brass knuckles he was wearing.


Kelly was in more dangerous hurting from the kidney dig than the concussion. His rough hand continued attacking her destitute cunt. She felt like he was going to rub her backtalk clear off of her consistence. This all resulted in the thing that defeated her most…dampness. She felt a warm, wet feeling seeping out of her crotch and onto her attacker's deal. With all that has happened so far, this was most embarrassing of them all.


"Please fucking stop, Tom,"she begged.


Tom responded to her plea with another punch, this time in her stomach. She cried hysterically once again. As she squirmed in pain, she felt his stopcock beginning to exhort against her opening.


"I've waited too damn long for this,"he said.


She was in too much annoyance to even acknowledge when he shoved his entire member into her moist cunt. When she finally realized what was happening, she slapped his rachis respective times and screamed ‘ no'repeatedly.


He lifted himself up and took full control of her eubstance by grabbing onto her waits and squeezing her contuse kidney as he thrusted hard in. region of her wished that she would just die to avoid the torture she was suffering. She continued trying to recoil him off as the phone of his balls slapping her motherfucker became to a greater extent and more audible.


Tom, getting frustrated by her kicking, punched her again with the organisation knuckles ; this fourth dimension in her sore shoulder. He punched her repeatedly, concentrated with each puff. When he finally stopped, he put his paw down on her clit and viciously rubbed it. He already hurt her physically and now wanted to torment her psychologically by making her climax during the Brassica napus. She hated how intensely pleasured her button was causing her to be. She fought with every ounce of metier to keep an orgasm from happening but ultimately failed.


"Motherfucker !"she yelled through tears as her vaginal walls cramped up and released a monolithic orgasm around his monstrosity if a cock.


Grace Patricia Kelly's organic structure fully betrayed her as she came violently. Enjoying her torture, Tom hit her with another kidney jibe as her organic structure shook. Once her high school came down, he pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her throbbing clit. He smacked it a few times before placing it back in and going back to roughly fucking her.


Tom grabbed her provide leg and held it up straight to apply him some more admittance. He placed his hand on her ankle joint and forced the leg down at a very uncomfortable angle. With each thrust into her swollen pussycat, he pushed it farther down until it was pinned near her caput. His strength was too much for her to overcome, but she still fought. She used her early leg to kick at him while he laughed.


"You don't afford up do you ? For that, it's time for something a lot more painful than a kidney punch."


He pulled his appendage out of her pussy, balled up his fist and tried forcing it into her soaking wet hollow. She trashed and squirmed as his fist slowly worked its way up her pussy. It took a lot of exertion but after a few minutes, Tom fit his entire fist into his friend's beaten down cunt.


He slowly moved it around as her mouth stayed wide spread, gasping in pain every second. Luckily for her, he did not celebrate it in for long and roughly pulled it out. She screamed when she heard and felt the air in her crotch pop once he released himself.


Tom roughly flipped her over and pressed his prick against the stopping point leftover fix that had yet to encroach upon. Even with all of the torture she had suffered, Kelly still had enough strength to fight as his wet putz pressed against her Virgin asshole.


"Only one space left,"he happily said as he inched his way in.


"No !"she screamed as her hole stretched farther than nature had intended.


It took some work and some extra spitting but Tom eventually got all eight in into her small opening. She felt like she would go out from the pain throughout her whole eubstance, the to the highest degree of which coming from her asshole as he quickly thrusted in and out.


Kelly was rolled onto her stomach and had Tom's total system of weights slamming down into her ass. She buried her human face in the grime below and screamed out every expletive she knew. She did not know what she was trying to fulfil by doing this but she felt it necessary. The only thing it did was get Tom more shake, which technically is a good thing ( the more excited, the quicker it ends ).


Tom reached out and picked the joystick back up and started whipping her in the rear with it as he fucked her. She screamed bloody murder as each lash tore apart the perfect tense skin of her vertebral column. Each bang either left a St. Mark or broke the skin. He continued whipping her for several minutes after each 3rd thrusting into her. Her back looked like it had been used as a cutting board by the time he was ready to finish.


He pulled out of her ass and flipped her back over. She screamed as the wounding on her back came in impinging with the dry land. He crawled onto is chest and forced his rooster back down her throat. It only took a few seconds before he unloaded a larger amount of cum than close metre directly down her pharynx. Her centre went panoptic and she squirmed around as her ability to rest was taken away again. He held himself still until the very shoemaker's last drib fell into her stomach.


Tom pulled out of her and stood above his victim. He laughed as she coughed and gasped for air beneath him. Before she could accumulate herself, he grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet. He lightly slapped her cheek before turning her around and throwing her into the very rampart that knocked her out earlier and knocked her out once again.


While she lay knocked out once again, Tom grabbed the small shovel and started digging a large muddle in the dirt. About an hour later, with Kelly still knocked out ; he dragged her into the kettle of fish and started filling it again. She awoke just as the end bit of dirt landed next to her chin. subtraction her mind, her entire body had been buried underneath the dirt.


"What the…"she said as she fully became mindful of the situation.


"smell who woke up,"Tom said as he held a bottle of love in his hand.


He squeezed the bottle and covered her full head in the sweet ambrosia. He softly rubbed the honey around until her all head was covered.


"What are you doing ?"she softly asked.


"Did you know that dearest can draw many matter ?"he said, ignoring her question.


"Tom ?"she asked, starting to get queasy again.


"One of the things they attract is fire ants, who are gift on this slew,"he said, circling around her head.


"Please stop joking around"she begged.


"Fire emmet are no joke. Did you know that they are poisonous ? And that a swarm of them could easily kill a homo being,"he started to laugh.


"Tom, you can't do this,"she said as reality set in.


Tom gathered his apparel and started walking out of the cave. He looked back at the sad charwoman in the ground.


"Too bad it has to end this way Kelly…I'll recount your mother that you love her…because you sure as hell won't be capable to."


Kelly could hear Tom laugh uncontrollably as the speech sound of his voice faded. She was powerless now ; her life sentence was in the hired hand of fate. She cried herself to kip and had a nice peaceful dreaming. While she was asleep, her fate was decided. When she awoke, she learned of the determination .