Lisa slumped, limp, sweating exhausted.

Lisa's nous swirled in an unconscious state.

( Warming up for a meet Lisa looked across the track field. With the sun in her optic she squinted to
see a man walking toward her. Tall, strong step she could fix out the uniform.
She started running. It had to be. But it couldn't, not for another two weeks.
Held in her Dad's unassailable arms she felt safety. She didn't want him to go back, not back
to that terrible place. )

Man dat sume weirdo asshole. Laughed Lamont.
Did u hear her screeching.
Yea that was cranked up, now fo sum good fucking.
Yea lets fuck dat short bitch. Bang her hard.

OH Shit man, look at dat. Is she suddenly ?
Cyrus looked a Lisa motionless on the level.
No, she breathin, must be passed out.
digital audiotape alright, we can have intercourse her anyway.
U disgusted man, I not fuckin no unconscious bitch.
Man, fuck em whild they still warm.

NO, not me. Besides, I am hungryyyyyyyyyy. Why don't u gogit some skidder at da castle
Shit, OK, how manyfo U.
Git me a dozen, gots to get my muscularity to have intercourse. HA HA
Got datRight. When She come to, we gon na do her right.

HAAAAAAAAAAAA Patrick White castle and a E. B. White Bitch.

Cyrus, take dis 8 track over to Lou, he wants if fo his beater. Get a 20 fo it.
Man what you screwin round fo that piddling diddlyshit fo, Lamont.

The young blood brother are jackin them. You know every one got ta scratch somewhere.
I buy them up to help dem and then later when they movin on up to motorcar and shit they come
to me to move dem.
Dats respectable business, it the Amercian way.


Lamont put Lisa on the couch and put a blanket over her.
She moans slightly but is still unconscious.

( Lisa loved the morning Blue hour. As long as she could think this was clock time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rainfall snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would lead
with the fly the coop songs, cleaned up for his young daughter. Now often she would do the trail and he
would follow and the lyric poem were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one answer, Fighting offset, but they both knew that could not be,
maybe someday for former miss )

15 mo later Lamont gets a call from Cyrus.
Lamont, got dat sliders and dropped off dat 8 track.
Gon na bring my friend Jose with me.

Man u know I don't like dat guy, everytime he over here sumpthing walks away like
an airtool last clip.
Lamont, u don't know dat, He's cool.
I don't confidence dat MF, got ta keep keep an eye on him.


aplomb ! ! Shit thought Lamont. Fucking devious fat ass greasy MFer.
admiration why fuckin Cyrus likes him.
One ugly asshole, dat for shore.
Lamont looked over at Lisa, she 's not moved, still out. Hope……………..

( Lisa loved the morn Blue Hour. As long as she could commend this was clock time with her Dad.
They would run before sun up, fog, rain snow, they would run. When she was young Dad would lead
with the running song, cleaned up for his Loretta Young daughter. Now often she would do the lead and he
would stick with and the lyric poem were not so ladylike. When her Dad asked he what she wanted to be,
there was only one resolution but they both knew that could not be, maybe some day for former girls )

Cyrus the Younger and Jose came in shortly.
Lamont could sense the slider as they walked in.
Jose was a uncivilised looking MF. Red bandanna, unkempt byssus, gold and missing teeth.
He was a fat fuck too, old dirty clothes.

Dammmm, thought Lamont, nothing to break a good repast like having to calculate at that asshole.
They sat at the tabular array, got a few beers and Jose grabbed a few skidder from Lamont's bag.

Fucking free loader MF thought Lamont. He can wolf these sliders.
shag 12 slider would be cipher for this fuck.

Hey man this is my dinner. OKKK Lamont, Justtt going to have fewww.

What you have over hereee. Jose spotted Lisa on the couch.
Our entertainment.
She is passed out and we are waiting for here to come to, give her a little rest then… ...

So Swweeet. HMMMM.
OH shit thought Lamont. Now look at this. piece of ass. Now he gon na freeload fucking our bitch.

Jose sat next to Lisa and sat her up adjacent to him.
She sat limp, still out.
Verrryyy seeet, Hmmmm nice.
Jose ran his paw over Lisa tits.
He fondled her titty, rubbed her teat. Kissed her lips.

Lisa was still out, her only response were some unvoluntary groans.

("You'r out “. yelled Lisa. She had just tagged her Dad. They were playing running substructure in front
with Pauli. Lisa watched as three shameful gondola pulled up. The driver of the halfway car got out and opened the back door. Lisa's dad walked over. Mr. D'Angelo, it is a pleasure to see you. They shook hands.
Marc, I wanted to tell you how proud everyone is of you. Thank you Sir.
This must be Lisa. You look so much like your nan. Thank You, Sir.

Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your grandmother would be so proud.
After some small lecture, Lisa's Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your family penury, you let me have it away. Lisa is wonderful I hear good things about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful saint. Lisa was stunned that Mr. D. even knew who she was. )

Jose spread her branch and rubbed between her mound. He had his
midway finger's breadth rubbing her pussy. He rubbed and wind her.
His hands ran up and down Lisa's legs, he pushed a finger inside her and then another
probing and prodding inside her.

Then he was finger fucking her with two fingers.

Jose, u one sick fucking Man, she is fucking out cold Man.
Jose only smiled. OHH, she is so sweet, so new.
His digit kept pushing inside her.

Oh Lamont thissss pusssssy is so courteous, reminds me of my niece.

My brother, heee came up and had to allow for to act upon in the fields and left
her with meee. Sheee was so sweet.


What a bastard thought Lamont but there was no stopping him now. Fucking Cyrus had to
bring him.
Jose lifted Lisa and layed her on Lamont's free weight bench. He took a wrist and
tied it with rope to the weight stand bar and then the other helping hand to the other side.
Jose smile as he looked at the helpless unconscious teenager on the bench.

He grabbed a leg and tied the articulatio talocruralis to the weight bar up on the sales booth, pulling it up and panoptic and
then tied up the former. Lisa was bent like a pretzl, back apartment and legs up over her head.
Lisa's legs were tied astray, ass up in the air, pussy wide overt, inviting a fuck.

Jose dropped his pants and straddled the physical exercise bench. He ran his rough hands up and down the
young thighs.

Lamont thesseee young woman esee a
SLEEPING BEAUTY.

I AM GOING TO FUCK dormancy BEAUTY.

He leaned forward grasping her thigh with his strong hand and slid his tool along her pussy.
Ohhh, doess that feeellll good. Yes, Yeeees.
Jose moaned as his tool slid thick inside her. He leaned into her, fucking her as late as he could.
Her trunk stretched against the system of weights of his painful rape.

Still not awake, Jose leaned even further forward and spit in her face.
He slapped her bitch face, one way and then the other. Lisa moaned and awoke screaming.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Terrified she woke from her unconscious state.

She was tied to the recitation work bench looking up at this big, tough, signify looking fat fuck, his cock inside her.
His bearded look, gold tooth, beard and ragged clothes were a scene out of HELL.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
He was ramming her with his dick. Her weaponry and legs burned, they were being stretched as he shoved against her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh Lisa screamed in let loose terror.
Jose grabbed Lisa's thighs almost wrapping his hands around.
He held her tight and squeeze cryptic inside her.
Ahhhhhhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Please NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Stop AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH


To Be Continued