Lisa the misfortunate petty kidnapped Girl Scout stood on the dirty story in the dimly lit old garage.
She was strung up by her weapon system behind her book binding. Her young body stretched, exposed for the old men around her to see. contribution of her sentinel uniform tattered and stained still cleave to her but she was naked from the waist down.
Prior-
The Girl Scout -1
The Gril Scout -2 dad


The men surrounded her, Laughing, drinking smoking. They had all either fucked her rima oris or cum and pissed on her. Cum dripped down her leg as she had her get-go ass.

Raped and fucked, tormented and abuse she had reached her first climax. Now she waited, helpless at the total clemency of her capturer. Her judgment raced.
What would they do next ? What would happen ? Was she missed yet ? Her Mom was probably still not domicile. What would they do with her. Would they have sex with her again ?

She felt so many pain sensation but Thomas More than anything her shoulder ached. Every drift pulled painfully on her shoulder joint. Her personal country ached from the gravelly roll in the hay. She suffered contusion and cuts, not serious but all atrocious. How could they do this ? Why did they detest her ?

The climate of the men was deepening, driven by booze and pot and of path, the visual modality of the lost
piece of white meat strung up before their eye. There was a driving lust. A lust to fuck this white girl.
Inherent in all men, a combination of lecherousness, hate, desire.

whirling through all the men were sentiment of what they would like to do. What they had always dreamt. What they had always talked about. piece of ass a young white Bitch.
Now they had what they wanted all these years.

Grady had been first and he was all smile. Some of his cum dripped from her crotch.
Man dat sum beneficial shit, dat fo sho. Fuckin hot, tone so secure.
He relived the moment talkin how respectable she was, how commodity it felt.

Bubba The ToolMan stepped up. He would be following. An old husky black man his cheek showed the
the severely life of his many eld. His face was pock marked and his hands roughly and calloused from
years of hard work.

Lisa could find his hands on her ass.
OH NOOO.
A rough caloused digit probed her. His finger pushed inside her stroking probing, twisting.
She could feel his nails and his rough peel. The she could feel two fingers and then a third.

NONO Don't Stop

His fingers twisted round of drinks and rhythm. Then he fucked her with his three fingers brutally penetrating
her. In and out his fingers moved, stopping only to stroke her button. He massaged her and the fucked.
Dat one sweet pussy, Dat fo sho.

Done, he walked around, took his hand, smeared his fingerbreadth on her face and then stay his finger's breadth in Lisa's backtalk.
tasting it, suck it clean.
Gagging but no selection but to obey Lisa sucked down the cum and pussy succus from his hand.

Now Girl, I got something peculiar for you. I am Bubba and they call me the tool man because
I got all kinds of tools. This hear is a baron staple gun. I got an adapter on it an it has a magazine
of staples they use for palette, extra longs the shout them.

What are you going to do with that. Are you gaga. No NOOOOO
Bubba fired a staple into an nearby board. BAM BAM
Yu gon na be next. NO NO You are Crazy.

clunk ! Lisa hit the ground when the cable television service holding her up in the air released.
Laying on the basis she felt the instant relief on her arms.
She immediately began to beg. Crying. Please no more.
She tried to crawl away. A pitiable useless endeavour to escape.
She tried to get up but was pushed down.
The sorry fucked bitch was at their mercy.

Where u going cunt ?

SCRREEECH. She saw Bubba puff over a wooden saw horse.
No NO

Arms grabbed her and pulled her up over the saw gymnastic horse. The held her ankles and tied them to the stage on one face. Her legs were spread along the side of the legs of the horse.
dessert. screwing spirit at dat shit. ready fo sum mo fucking honey.


Lisa closed her eyes, it was so hopeless, so helpless. Her wrist were tied to the saw buck legs
at the other end.
As she lay cruelly on the top board, her knocker spread on either side.
The crowd watched in anticipation as the tool man took up position behind the
helpless Lisa strapped to the tool bench sobbing waiting.

Yu gon na git it now, dat tool man some mean shit.
Bubba, do it, do it.

The index stapler Bubba had could hit staples a good distance. Bubba took up a spot
about a foot from the little kick Lisa's ass. He shot a staple and missed on purpose but
Lisa recoiled at the sound.

BAM
BAM
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Two staples lodged in the bitch ass. minor blood trails and small bruising appeared.
Bubba, go man. raw material dat ass. Hit her again. Staple it Man

Lisa ass gist twitched, brawniness's contracted as she reacted to the staples.
A slight audio and she jumped.

Looked at ass jump Bubba, hit her gain.
Her ass nitty-gritty quivered just from the sound.
BAM BAM Lisa screamed as Bubba fired again. The staple fibre were lodged deeply.
commodity bite to dem MF's. Loook how they dig in.

He Stepped back again - BAM BAM BAM BAM more basic slammed into Lisa's ass.
She was crying screaming while the men only laughed and told Bubba to shoot again.
BAM BAM BAM
Yea dats it staple dat ass, digital audiotape it.
Please no more. Lisa was trembling crying begging him to stop.
BAM BAMBAM rapid fire.
While she was still trembling Bubba was inside her. He grabbed her ass with
His big rough paw pulling her toward him as he thrust oceanic abyss inside her.

digital audiotape I MAN. act upon IT employment IT
Fuck her gruelling man. Fuck dat lily-white asshole man.



To Be Continued