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Please break off this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. halt and I will do what you want.
You don't have to force me. Let me bear witness what I can do. PLEASE PLEASE
AHHHHH Please please ple..
Every part of Lisa's young teen consistency ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her weapon felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tatterdemalion missy picket wearing apparel
hung like rag on her body. Lisa's young consistence was bruised and scraped. There were snub and house of her terrible contumely all over.

Her middle were rolling back in her pass. AHHHHHH. The terrible infliction in her arms. The ropes cut
deep into her wrist joint and ankles. The invariant pounding she was taking was too much.
Delirium. The room was spinning. The shouting was fading. The pain was subsiding.
Her head fell down and her body slumped.
Unconscious again she was escaping the awful plan of attack.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The angelic smell of her mother's cooking. iron heel crunching in the wintertime snow.
Buster looking out the windowpane at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was real again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the cock was slamming into her. cryptic inside. pain was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The cold beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her caput and shook her. Get back here. Another bottle of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid smell of a unclean washroom.
The sullen room. dire smells. Driving bother inside. Screaming haphazardness. The cold on her face.

Every mother wit, wad, hearing, touch, intuitive feeling was being assaulted. Her mind could not treat
it all.

Here, have a drink. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouthpiece.
Unable to live with Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not upright enough for our little white girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. sweetness backtalk. sugariness little pouty mouth.

Sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his cock inside Lisa the little Guinea bitch.
Tied hand and foot to a saw horse in an old garage the men were laughing and screaming at her.
Bubba the puppet man had shot her with a high powered staple gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the base as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden cavalry her trunk exposed, open for all to see, touch and use.

digital audiotape it, fuck her Bubba. punt dat pussy. Hump her man.
The guys joked and laughed. Stupid petty Bitch. Like that black cock.
Tyrone grabbed her hair looking her in the face. Gon na get sum of this next.

Tyrone gave Bubba a brother's bridge player shingle. Take a turn Bro. Tyrone is more than a Bro he is
Bubbas actual brother.

Tyrone took Bubba's billet, put his mitt on her ass and teased her puss with his cock. Then he rammed his dick inside the pathetic white bitch.
Oh Yea, feels good. digital audiotape it, all the way in. He pushed in abstruse probing her snatch with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his brother Ty fucking the White person teen. As they exchanged looks they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their commencement time, not their inaugural rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin the right way. Just like the old sidereal day Bro.
Man dis feels good. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

FUCKING TAG TEAM MF piece of ass GANGBANG

Always a brotherly competition Ty was banging the kick as hard as he could.
The guys wondered if the egg white Girl could take it. Tag squad fuck by two big black hulks.

They picked up the chant.
TAG team. TAG team. TAG team. TAG TEAM.

I can't stand it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her fuzz while his crony fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na fuck u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
screwing my Bro bitch.
I'll be back deep down u for u know it.
Useless trash, only good fo sum serious grim stopcock fucking.

Tyrone held on to the white ass. He remembered Molly's ass. Nice and white angelic southern ass.
It cut wish butter with his hunting knife. goodness metre not forgotten back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's butt he took his Rough dirty finger nails and dragged them as hard as he could extract off skin as he went.
poor people Lisa screamed as blood streaked her once smooth virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the skin and blood on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the discernment. He remembered the taste of mollie's blood.
Oh what a day that was. You always recollect your starting time.

The once pristine Girl Scout was just a fucked up man of white rape meat.

Bubba looked over at Ty. Watchin him fuckin the white cunt. It seemed like it was
yesterday but so long ago on the Delta. It was a different world then.
The yell, the begging the whining brought back that day.

They were just teens back then.
mollie was hot piece of White deoxyephedrine. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going plate. In those days if a White River female child smiled at a black boy it meant one thing. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the wrong place at the improper prison term.

Ty squeezed Lisa's ass as hard as he could. He held his stopcock inside her. The throbbing started as
filled her with his cum. OH Yea, AHHHHHHH

It was Bubba's twist again.
They were Tag Team Gang Banging.

He pushed his tool inside Lisa. He could feel hs buddy cum inside her.
IM back, How dat feel. Like me better. He would cum now and their fluids would mix inside her.
He was so hard. It felt so effective. Everything was right as it should be.

Tag Team that Bitch. Brothers Gangbang. Fuck her Bubba. careen dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had mollie tied up standing against a stall in the old barn. It was a hot day in the old South. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed tangible dependable. Ty remembered how Bubba was sweating in the hot southern air. He just kept screwin her. Ty thought it was strange. He didn't feel sorry for her. He was just so hot waiting his turn.

He was almost afraid Bubba would shoot down Molly, he was fucking her so knockout. But he realized the bloodless bitch Molly could take it. Then he heard her screaming. The bitch was getting off being raped. Just a piece of southern white trash. She howled for more.

To Be Continued