Stacie was about 5'4 '', 120 lbs with longsighted honey-blonde haircloth that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue eyes that looked as if they were about to burst forth with split, and measure I would think to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect ! I saw her at a pizza join that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about 18 years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few column inch above her knees, livid human knee socks, and egg white ballet-style skimmer flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she sipped her blow. She looked sexy as pit and I knew I had to get her.

She was having a subdued parameter with her male associate, something about him having roving eyes and she accused him of cheating on her.

When her young man went to the bathroom, Stacie left the restaurant. I followed.

She headed to her car, a gabardine 2001 Saturn Coupe, which was coincidentally parked in a dark alley in front man of mine. As she opened her door, I approached her. I could smell her perfume just before I clamped my hand tightly over her oral cavity and nose and held a knife to her slender throat.

'' MMMUMMMFFF ... MMURMMPPHHHH ! ! ! ``, she whimpered into my helping hand as she struggled a bit.

'' Shut up little girl ! With this knife to your throat, I could down you and nobody would do it. Now do exactly as I say, got it ? ``, I hissed malevolently into her ear. She nodded.

'' Keep tranquillity and put your deal behind your back. ``, I commanded, forcing her forward over the automobile trunk of my car.

She crossed her wrists behind her back.

'' What are you ... ? ``

'' I said shut up ! ``, I snarled, and then tied a scarf tightly between her tooth muffling her cries, securely bound her wrist joint together behind her book binding. Tying her kickshaw ankles together, I opened the trunk of my car and forced the trembling young noblewoman inside, where I bound her articulatio talocruralis to her articulatio radiocarpea, shut the lid, and locked her interior. I went back to the restaurant and ordered another beer. I came back after about an hour and could urinate out the swoon sounds of her squirming in the trunk. I started the car and spirited the pretty blonde away. I drove around for a long while, so my dupe would n't sleep together where she was or how far she had been taken.

I took her to a remote wooded lake, opened the trunk, and Stacie 's eye were wide with fear after having been in the trunk for so foresightful. I untied her ankle joint, kept her wrists tied and her toothsome mouthpiece gagged. I hauled her struggling, out of the trunk. As I walked her into the moonlight, I hissed into her ear that if she did n't do as I told her, I would kill her and bequeath her torso in the Mrs. Henry Wood. In the moonlight, I could see weeping spill down her brass and hear her whimper. Perfect. I shoved Staci to the dry land and ripped open her egg white ruffled blouse, as she screamed through her gag. I ripped off her bra, exposing her large, tauten titty and stiffening nipples. I slapped her across the face

'' Nobody can learn you out here Stacie. I 'm going to violate you and fill you with my seed. I hope you 're on birth controller. ``, I snarled. Her middle widened with gross threat and she shook her heading, either to dissent that she was about to get raped or that she was n't on nascence control. I cut off her miniskirt, sliding the tattered remnants down her trembling second joint, before ripping off her step-in. Completely naked, except for her white second joint high stockings and black flats, the young adult female was helpless ... and all mine.

'' spread head your ramification, Stacie. ``, I leered, as I pulled down my pant and briefs, exposing my rock-hard, throbbing member. She kept her thighs clenched together, so I grabbed them and forced them apart, exposing her neatly shaved vagina. It was a perfect cleft and looked as if it had never been touched. I tied Stacie 's articulatio talocruralis apart between two trees, making her even Thomas More helpless. I pulled off her gag.

'' Please ! Let me go ! ! ``, she sobbed.

'' Shut up and do what I want bitch, or mom and daddy will never see or hear from you again ! ``, I snarled, as she sobbed even more. I straddled her face, rubbing my pre-cum on her lip glossed lips.

'' You know what I want, so embark on sucking ! ``

Having no choice, Stacie opened her mouth and my throbbing shaft slid into her hot, wet lip and down her throat, choking her.

'' Breathe through your nose, whore ! ``, I commanded, as her head bobbed back and forth, her lips contorted around my penis.

After a while, I pulled out of her sassing and slip my cock, wet with her spittle, down her quivering belly towards her sweet spot.

'' N-No ! ... Please ! ! ``, Stacie wailed in torment. I tied the gag tightly into her sassing again and then began to rub my hard shaft up and down her wet cunt, trying to find her pussy. hoot, she was blotto !

'' Are you a virgin ? ``, I asked. The girl nodded her psyche 'yes'. I smiled and pressed even harder against her previously untouched snatch. Finally, her pussy gave way and I plunged deep inside Stacie 's helpless and probably productive vernal body. She clenched her eyes shut and screamed into her gag, as I began to assume her against her will.

'' Mmmmm ... so tight ! You are all mine now, footling girl. nonentity knows where you are, and I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You 're ... helpless. ``

Stacie began to writhe and wrestle underneath me, in an effort to get free even as I pumped my hammer into her wet young pussy.

Her fearfulness was total, with her tears slightly smearing her mascara and her eyes wide with the frightful realization that not only could I celebrate her as my teenage sex slave if I wished, I could defeat her, or she could also wind up significant. Eventually, her struggles brought me over the edge and my loins exploded, flooding her young trunk with my sperm.

She was crying as my penis went limp, still pumping my seed into her. Stacie was glaring at me through eyes filled with shame and hatred.

Through her gag, the youthful woman asked me to admit off her scarf joint gag.

`` Only if you do n't call. ``, I ordered. She agreed. `` How old are you ? '' I asked removingStacie 's gag.

`` I just turned eighteen a week ago. What do I do now that you 've destroyed my clothes ? I ca n't go family naked ! My parents would kill me. They 'd think I was a slut. ``, she wailed.

`` Who said you were ever going plate again ? ``, I leered. Stacie 's oculus overflowed with tear and she sobbed at the fruition that her parents would never see her again.

`` W-W-What are you going to do with me now ? ``, she stammered, before I gagged her into muffled muteness again. I left her there tightly bound, as I uncovered a hole five and a one-half feet long, three feet all-inclusive and four feet deep that I had dug a few days ago. I did this where my teenage colza dupe could n't see me. Nor could she see the rope noose I had prepared and slung across a tree branch, the bar stool that it dangled over, nor the picture tv camera that had captured her getting raped.

I came back to my teenage victim, slung her over my articulatio humeri, and carried her, squirming and kicking, toward the noose. Her eyes widened and war cry of despair sounded through the clearing when she saw the shallow grave I had prepared for her.

`` Well Stacie, I ca n't run the risk of you telling your parents or the law that you were raped. I also ca n't take the fortune of you getting knocked up with my infant. So now ... I am going to make for sure that no one ever sees you alive again. ``

Stacie shrieked into her gag again, not that anyone could hear the terrified young woman 's damp screaming. She struggled for her life, as I grabbed her long blond hair's-breadth, pulled her brain back and maneuvered the thick slip noose over her straits, where I slid the loop tight around her slender teenage throat with the grayback on the right-hand slope of her caput. I settled her metrical unit on the stool and took up all the quag in the noose so that she balanced on the balls of her feet. Her Panama flat tire slipped off her dog, as she struggled to keep her balance.

I grabbed the BM and looked up into the panic-struck, mascara-smeared heart of a naked and go against young girl who knew she was about to die.

`` Or ... instead of killing you, I could go on you as my sex slave and military group you to have my baby. What 's it gon na be ? ``, I asked. `` Nod at which selection you choose. Murder ? ''. She shook her head 'No'.

'' Or bondage and forced motherhood ? ''. Her heart downcast, Stacie nodded.

I loosened the snare and slipped it off her throat and from around her head. I tied her foot together, pulled her down off the stool, carried her back to my car, and locked her in the body again. cypher would ever see the little slovenly woman again. I 'll have to go along an eye on the news for any reports concerning the little girl .