In his dark hoary van, the man followed the teenage girl through the nearly abandoned streets. It was a smooth, starless night ; he could just barely glimpse the girlfriend as she walked underneath the dim streetlights and through the silvery moonlight emitted by the glowing orb far, far above. Up ahead, the lady friend stopped at an convergence, waiting for the few elevator car to pass over, and the man had a fortune to look her over once again. She was young, perhaps eighteen years old, with a slender, gently curving trunk, sky down in the mouth eyes, and long blonde hairsbreadth that he could discern even from this distance. Then, the lighting flashed William Green, and she continued away from the sparse dealings, close-fitting to him.

After a few blocks, she turned into an alley. The man decided that this was the consequence. He nimbly pulled his van over to the side of the road, at the sassing of the alley, and silently walked after the girl, one hand reaching into his pocket.

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Anna was tired, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible. The darkness of the alley unnerved her a little, but it was a quick shortcut and she did n't desire to mill about in the lifeless streets. She slid her hands into the pockets of her thin coat, and kept walking.

Without warning, a pattern rushed at her from the dark. She only had prison term to inhale before a broad paw covered her mouth. She screamed, but the auditory sensation was muffled and there was no one else around to hear anything. She writhed and twisted, but the figure behind her close up all of her movement. Suddenly, she felt something smooth and eerily cold at her throat.

'' Do n't move, '' a harsh voice crackled. The blade glided over her skin, and Anna froze.

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The man could n't help but smile, even though he knew that she could n't see it. With his arm wrapped around the girl from behind, hand over her easy lips, he could feel her firm knocker and her quick, frightened breathing. His other mitt kept the ten-inch blade steady at her pharynx.

'' Shhh ... '' he whispered into her ear. He slowly withdrew the blade for a bit, curling his arm around her. He ran the blade up the nominal head of her slim body, cutting away her violet coat and leaving her in her shirt. He tossed the coat away, not caring where it landed. It did n't matter - by the time he was done, no one would ever find her again. Then, he reached down to where her slender legs were sheathed in tight jean, and tore off the button. The girl began shaking her head and whimpering. He tightened his arm around her, feeling her tight breaths.

The man pushed her over to the side of the alley, face-first towards a bulwark. She cried out, the strait muffled by his manus, and raised her manus to the rough brick. He pressed his body into hers, forcing her against the wall. She seemed to know what was about to happen and go along her ramification close together. It made no difference. He reached down once again, grabbing the waistline of her jeans, and yanked them to halfway down her smooth thighs. Her light blue panties were now fully exposed to the stale night air, and he noticed with mild amusement that they matched the nicety of her eyes. The girl began to writhe again, but he pressed her even harder into the paries with his soundbox, forcing his hips forward. He kept a hand firmly over her mouth, and with the other, he unzipped his own blue jean. He forced his groin into the her back, and he was trusted that she could sense his free erection. The female child tried to push back against him, her hands against the bulwark, but he was much unattackable than she was. He stepped forwards, placing his ft on either side of her tightly closed wooden leg. The man reached down with the vane one final sentence, tucked it away, and let his fingers travel around her display panty. The young lady was visibly shaking now. He let his fingers trace over her vaginal mouth, hidden by the thinly material ; then, with a deep breathing time, he hooked two finger's breadth around the strip of textile and pulled it to the side.

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Anna felt the frigidness air on her labia, devoid of its concluding protective bed. She twisted and turned, but the man behind her had an iron clutches with his hired man and arm. Suddenly, she felt the heat of his shaft between her legs. Various thoughts fluttered desperately through her creative thinker. She was no Virgin, but she had only done it a few fourth dimension with early boys her age. The man still had his early deal down there with his shaft of light, and she gasped when he roughly jammed a finger inside her. It was only the tip, yet he wriggled it around between her vaginal mouth, rubbing over her inner bulwark to her discomfort. She let out a whine as a second fingerbreadth entered her, spreading her labia open up. Without warning, the man delved his fingers deep inside her, going all the way until she felt his knuckles pressing against her outer lips. He stayed like that, painfully rotating his finger's breadth around, curling them up, and spreading them out inside her, while his bony knucks rubbed against her labia and clitoris ; she could do zippo more than writhe a few cm in an attempt to dislodge him.

After a while, though, the man seemed to accept enough. He quickly withdrew his finger and she gasped, surprised at the sudden sensation of clash. He pressed his upper dead body against hers, forcing her chest flat against the wall with her rose hip slightly back, and Anna turned her head to the side to obviate getting her face crushed against the bricks. His deal moved between her legs, and the affectionate question of his cock traced up and down her labia. Again without monition, the man jerked his hips forward and she felt the large tip painfully force its way between her vaginal lips, spreading them far wider than she had experienced before. Her center widened, but he did not blockade, so she had no clock time to conform to his size and the fullness inside her before his bollock were already against her vaginal lips. The huge shaft pulsed against her inner paries, and its whale tip pressed against her cervix. After a few seconds, the man drew back, until only the tip was inside her. With no lubrication, the rubbing against her privileged wall was sheer annoyance, and she cried out as he forced his way back inside, until his tip hit her uterine cervix once again. The man did n't care, though, and only continued to move faster.

Bent over with mitt on the paries, she whimpered in pain in the neck each time he plowed inside her and gasped each time he withdrew. Nevertheless, he kept moving, faster and more intense each time. Anna could palpate him slowly swelling inside her, stretching her insides even more. The man reached around her with both his limb, still covering her mouth with one hand but grasping her pharynx with the former ; he pulled her back towards his body, weapon system wrapped around her, until her rear was flush with his venter and low thorax. She tried to alleviate the pressing at her throat, vainly attempting to curl his digit away with both her custody. He thrusted inside her faster and faster now, and she gasped in realization. Beating her hands back against his stomach and ramification, she shook her head and twisted against his clutch, but the man did not manage. With one terminal, immense thrust, the tip of his cock hit her cervix and his shaft pulsed thick inside her. She felt circle and R-2 of his disgustingly hot, sticky semen coat her inner rampart and pocket billiards inside her, knowing that she had just been impregnated by an adult man. She had never allowed the boys she had slept with to finish inside. He continued to hug her from behind, paw groping her knocker through her shirt, as his cock kept erupting streams of dense fluid against her cervix. Eventually, his breaths slowed, and he relaxed, his shaft sliding out of her as he let go and turned to tend backwards against the wall succeeding to her. Thick, white strings of his semen still connected the tip of his cock to her vagina, which was now dripping the rest of his sperm cell in long, hanging strings. She turned and looked at the man for the first time, seeing his unshaved, aging brass, his liberal body, and his strangely wide eye. He had already zipped up his jeans, and the strings of semen were now connected to his fingers ; he promptly reached between her legs and wiped it off on her labia. She looked down, and saw a puddle of buddy-buddy white liquid underneath her, growing expectant and larger as more semen dripped out of her. The man simply leaned there against the brick rampart, regaining his breath and watching her stumble around with her jeans still halfway down her thigh, with one hand keeping her panties to the side and the other keeping her vagina open as the forget me drug of cum flowed out of her and dripped slowly to the soil.

After several hour, the disgusting, thick menses still had not ceased ; suddenly, the man stood up and roughly grabbed her arm. He began walking, dragging her rear him, seemingly not caring about the lead of semen dripping out of her. She began to scream, but he forced one deal over her mouth once again. She could taste his own vile semen on his fingers, and it occurred to her this was what had just been inside her own body. Exiting the alleyway, the man yanked her towards a gravid Gy van, opened the bet on doorway, and shoved her interior, slamming the doors closed behind her. It was windowless and peddle black ; after a few seconds, she heard him get into the straw man and originate the engine. The van rumbled, and then they were moving.

Her dungaree were still halfway down her thighs, and her panties still pulled aside. In the swarthiness, she could still palpate the man 's boneheaded semen steadily flowing out of her, pooling between her closed in legs and on the carpet beneath her vagina. Her interior still felt abnormally stretched. Gasping, Anna began to cry.

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Once they arrived at the man 's lair, he wasted no time. His guest demanded promptness, and he never delivered previous. He was looking forward to this, too - this was something new, for once.

The teenage female child was unconscious now, perhaps ineffectual to deal with the shock. He did n't care, as long as she was still alive. She only needed to be alive for a little bit longer, anyways. He carried her remarkably light trunk into his basement, to a lily-white mattress on a bed frame. He laid her in the shopping mall, and used precise knot of rope to tie her wrist to either side of her articulatio humeri, her ankles to the bottom recess of the bed physical body, and her waist to a metal ring in the middle of the frame. She now lay on her back, with her small hands a few inch to the side of meat of her shoulders and her slim peg all-inclusive open, knees a few in in the air. He took out his brand again, and with surgical precision, removed her jeans but kept her shirt on and unbuttoned. He debated on the panties, but decided in the end that keeping them pulled aside would be fine. Lastly, he gagged her with a piece of cloth. The sight of her, lying unconscious on her back with panty pulled aside and vagina exposed was beyond alluring. Even her fast shirt, covering her firm, buoyant tit, almost caused him to misplace control. She was still unconscious, though, and deciding that it would be easier to do what he had to do now while she was asleep, the man went back to work.

First, he made sure as shooting that the ignition was optimal - he did not desire it too brilliant, but it had to be sufficiently illuminated so that everything was visible. Then, he adjusted the various tv camera around the room, ensuring that they were all set at the appropriate angles. Walking over to the girl, he brought the charge card Tupperware box and took off the lid. inside was a large wedge of brie tall mallow. He reached between her pegleg and feast open her vaginal lips with two fingers. He could still see circle of thick Andrew Dickson White liquidity inside her, and confirmed by reaching inside with a tertiary fingerbreadth. He did not need to clean it out, though, and he supposed that it should be unnecessary - the creatures were n't exactly picky eaters. Thus, the man dipped three fingers into the hero sandwich of cheese, scooping up soft lump, and shoved them inside the girl, smearing them over her the bulwark of her vagina as deep as he could reach, moving his finger's breadth in and out until the wedge of Malva sylvestris was completely gone. Withdrawing, he watched her labia kerfuffle closed behind them, marveling at the enduring concentration of her teenage vagina. There was no sign of what he had just done to her.

Now, the man went out of the room and came back with a large box connected on the top to a foresighted, thin rubber tube. He picked up the underground and hoped that his measuring had been correct. It was just over an inch in diam. He carefully placed the box on the ground by the bed, making trusted that the pipe was coming out of the top of the box. Taking the underground, he brought it between the girl 's open legs. He looked at her face, and her eyes were still closed. It did n't weigh if she was pretending - she did n't have to be conscious for this part, at least. He looked down at her exposed vagina, and spread it open with two finger's breadth again. This fourth dimension, though, he spread it open as far wide as he could, observing once again the remarkable tightness of the teen girl. Keeping her back talk spread unfold, he guided the caoutchouc tube to her labia and pushed it inside a few inches. Removing his fingers, he watched her vaginal lips once again close gently around the foreign object, despite it being several times larger this time. A unknown, squeaky disturbance startled him - perhaps that had been too uncomfortable and she was beginning to awaken. Then, the man realized that the noise was coming from the box on the ground. No surprisal, he thought. They could probably smell it inside her already, through the airholes in the box. Beside him on the bed, the little girl stirred, effort restrained by her bond certificate. Perfect timing, the man thought to himself, and smiled. He activated the camera - some recording, others broadcasting live.

On the bed, the daughter tried to ferment. Finally opening her downhearted optic, she looked around confusedly, and then widened her eyes as she saw him, sitting at the face of the bed staring down at her. She tried to clear noise, but it was all muffled by the gag. Upon her realization that she was almost completely trammel, he saw her breasts begin to turn out and diminish in reverence. The man glanced upwards one live on clip, ensuring that all the television camera had their power Inner Light on.

'' Do n't vex, '' he said. `` I wo n't hurt you. ``

The girl did not seem to hear him. Perhaps now she could experience the boastfully rubber tube inside her, or the copious amounts of brie cheese that he had smeared all over her intimate walls until her vagina was filled with a thick, dampish variety of the dairy product and his semen. She tried to raise her head and bet down her body, but due to her work force being restrained, she could barely arise her head off the mattress. He supposed she could at to the lowest degree see part of the condom tube extending into the air between her ramification and off to the side of the bed, although he doubted she could see the box on the solid ground, and she definitely could not see where the tube entered her. The man looked at the girl, looked into her terrible bluing eyes, and then glanced away.

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Anna was beyond afraid. She had no theme how she had gotten here or what he was going to do to her. She remembered what he had done to her in the alleyway, and remembered being in his van, but could not recall anything after that. She was restrained in an uncomfortable positioning ; her ramification were open but not flat on the mattress, and she could not strike her hands at all. She could only tilt her capitulum to the sides and a few degrees forwards and backwards. Above all, she felt an huge discomfort between her legs, as if he had masturbated inside her several more clock time and then shoved a jumbo cylindrical spark plug just inside her vagina. Her intimate walls were tightly gripping something cold, difficult, and wide of the mark, and she could feel an oddly warm, glutinous liquidity congealing thick within her. She wondered if he had pumped some mixture inside her. A phantom fell across her look, and she recoiled into the mattress as the man reached over with a hand and brushed a on the loose chain of her blonde hair off her face. Anna looked at him confusedly. Expressionless, the man reached below her melodic line of sight with his other arm, and she heard a clatter, as if he had knocked something over. Then, she heard a rush of unusual squeaking noise, felt a scurrying vibration along the object inside her, and her middle widened in seismic disturbance upon a sudden outburst of sensation.

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He had done it. He had tipped over the box, so that the caoutchouc tube now lay parallel to the ground, branching off one of the position paries. A ado of narrow escape permeated the air ; he heard the rapid bowel movement, just as the daughter must take felt them inside her. Now that the box 's way out could be reached, the blackleg, having been starved for weeks, dashed one-by-one through the newly available pathway towards the irresistible aroma of sustenance. Rats were mute brute, the man intellection. When the exit to the tube had been on the top of the box, the informer could birth been able-bodied to stack onto each other and escape, but they were too despairing to do so after nearly starving to decease. Now that the tube was freely approachable on the side wall, the rats disappeared in seconds.

The little girl must have had no estimation what had been going on. most of the rotter were still scurrying through the pipe, but he had no dubiousness that she could experience the few that were already moving inside her. The girl 's eyes were wide, and she was soundlessly shaking her point in bother. Each time one of the rats entered her, she shook in her restraints and her legs jerked in a frantic, useless attack to close them. As the box emptied, her trend became more and more mercurial, her head shaking quicker and quicker. Odd, wet, slurping sounds began to emanate from inside the little girl, whose peg shook with desperation. The man looked away from the subway system, away from the thudding move inside it, away from where it disappeared inside her, and fixed his heart on her cheek. He could not resist her expression of helplessness and agony.

Beneath the ignitor of the cameras and gazes of the hidden interview, he bent over the girl. Even as she writhed beneath him, he draped himself over her and grasped her look in his men. He stared into her wide puritanic eyes for a few second, cherishing her pained, shocked formula, before reaching downwards and ripping outdoors the top half of her shirt. Buttons flew around the way, but he stared hungrily down at her firm, exposed breasts, lovingly supported in a cope with blueness bra. He groped her titty with one hand, not even bothering to remove her bra, and with the early, he reached down between her legs to where the pencil eraser tube entered her. Running his finger's breadth over her diffused labia, massaging them around the cool subway, feeling the stretched curve of her vaginal brim, he sensed each agonised chill of her body. Tracing around her distended vagina, he could feel the rodents moving within, ravenously consuming the liquidity assortment inside her, wildly clawing and biting for their share, no dubiety confused and disoriented in the dark. The rats were not large, but he knew she could feel their pocket-size furred bodies rapidly darting around and climbing over each former in the lookup for livelihood, gnawing for every last morcel inside her. Perhaps some were already burrowing away abstruse inside, giving up on the mixture in favour of the main class. All this was too a lot for him, so he unzipped his jeans and began furiously stroking his shaft mere inches away from her labia. He doubted she even noticed.

It only took a few moment before he climaxed with his turncock in his hand, jabbing it between her branch at her vaginal back talk. He sprayed his stocky semen for several seconds around where the the tube entered her ; when he was done, her labia were dripping with roofy of sperm once again. There was a pool of fluid around her clitoris, gently beginning to flow down to her stretched vaginal opening night. He caught his breath for a few bit, and when he turned back to the girl, he noticed that the tube had stopped moving. The box was empty.

The man looked at the fille again. She was still twisting in her restraints, desperately tilting her forefront and trying to close down her legs, even though it would do no good now. In fact, he decided to let her do just that. He sat up and grasped the rubber tube protruding from between her wooden leg. He gave it a tug, but it did not prompt ; perhaps the mixture had completely congealed and glued the pipe to her interior. He pulled harder and harder, until it suddenly shifted an inch. There was a brief eruption of softened squeaking, and the girl 's center widened even further. Ignoring her, the man tugged, and inch by inch, the tube slowly moved until it popped out of her with a wet slurp. Just like before, despite the Brobdingnagian distension, her vaginal sassing gently closed. The duncish come that he had ejaculated on her labia began to menstruate down into her vagina. Except for her jerking movements and the wet sounds, there was no sign of what was happening inside the girl.

The man ran one mitt over her breast again, feeling her cleavage with his fingers while he traced her vaginal lips with his other hired hand. The sound inside her had changed ; they were no longsighted wet and slurping, but more of a thickly smacking, grinding sound now. With his hand just above her vagina, he could feel the rapid apparent motion inside her. Each time there was a particularly gaudy burst of speech sound, the girlfriend 's pelvic arch jerked, and her head shook wildly. She seemed to be moving irksome less frequently now, though. He looked into her wide eye, and saw them shimmering with agonized tears.

However, the grisly phone were not fading. He decided to unbind the girl 's ankles ; it made no difference if she started to flail around, as the wight would not be coming out of her from where they went in. He reached down and cut the naut mi around her articulatio talocruralis. Now, she was only restrained by her hands and her waist.

Immediately, the girl 's branch snapped closed. She looked directly into his eyes, with that same pleading, agonized expression. He stared back. She kept her legs together, still shuddering, and curled them ever so slightly up towards her body. Now, her labia were visible between her closed pegleg and the man reached down to fondle them with his free hand. The thick grinding strait from inside her suddenly became louder and the girl let out a softened cry. bout streaked her face. Perhaps the rats had burrowed past her cervix ; perhaps they were in her womb now. Her move began to slow down. He raised his handwriting from her chest to her throat, feeling for a heartbeat. He bent his head over her face and tilted his ear, listening for breathing. He felt a very fainthearted impulse and heard very wispy breath, and realized that it was the beginning of the end for her.

Suddenly, he felt something wet on his former hand down by her legs. He glanced over, and saw a thin stemma lead emerging from her vagina, running down her leg onto the mattress. Looking up, he made sure that it was visible to the cameras. The girl seemed to find it, and she closed her eyes, rip still dripping. Her movements were almost imperceptible now ; her hands still trembled, but her dead body was mainly still. He could still palpate and hear the rodents consuming her from the inside out. They had probably reached her internal organ. He tilted his headspring over her face and heard no breath. Raising his hand to her throat once again, this clock time he felt nothing. Looking down, he noticed that the flow of blood had grown to a menses, gushing from inside her and pooling underneath. The girl had stopped moving ; he took one of her hands in his own and felt its cooling system warmth. The man sat up, straightened his apparel, and left the elbow room, leaving the vermin to their meal. He made sure enough the cameras were still transmitting .