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Please stop this. No NO NO. NO more Please. Why are you doing this. Stop and I will do what you want.
You don't have to wedge me. Let me show what I can do. PLEASE PLEASE
AHHHHH Please delight ple..
Every office of Lisa's young teen body ached as she was jerked and twisted, tied to the wooden saw horse.
Her arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets and her tattered Girl Scout dress
hung like rags on her body. Lisa's young body was bruised and scraped. There were cutting off and sign of her painful abuse all over.

Her center were rolling back in her psyche. AHHHHHH. The dire pain in her arms. The ropes cut
deep into her wrist joint and ankles. The constant pounding she was taking was too much.
craze. The way was spinning. The shouting was fading. The hurting was subsiding.
Her caput fell down and her body slumped.
unconscious mind again she was escaping the awful onrush.
She could see her Dad. He reached out to her.
Dad, Dad. Lisa. The angelical smell of her female parent's cooking. Boots crunching in the winter snow.
buster looking out the windowpane at the squirrels.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Lisa screamed. Everything was real again. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
BAM BAM BAM the prick was slamming into her. Deep inside. Pain was everywhere.
Men were yelling at her.
The cold beer drained down her face.
Tyrone grabbed her header and shook her. Get back here. Another bottleful of beer was dumped over her head.

The beer mixed with the cum and urine giving off that putrid feel of a dirty washroom.
The dark way. Terrible tone. Driving pain inside. Screaming noises. The cold on her face.

Every sense, pile, audition, tactual sensation, feeling was being assaulted. Her mind could not litigate
it all.

Here, have a drunkenness. HA HA. Tyrone pushed a bottle of beer in her mouth.
Unable to swallow Lisa gagged and spit out the beer.
What ghetto beer not good enough for our petty clean girl.
He bent over and kissed her. HMMMMM. Sweet lip. Sweet picayune pouty mouth.

Sweating and grunting Bubba rammed his stopcock inside Lisa the little greaseball bitch.
Tied hand and foot to a saw gymnastic 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 fiber gun and now he
was screwing her as hard as he could.

The saw horse was moving around on the trading floor as Bubba pounded her harder and harder.
There she hung on the wooden horse her physical structure exposed, unfold for all to see, touch and use.

DAT it, fuck her Bubba. Pound dat snatch. bump her man.
The hombre joked and laughed. pillock fiddling kick. Like that bleak cock.
Tyrone grabbed her hair looking her in the look. Gon na get sum of this succeeding.

Tyrone gave Bubba a brother's helping hand shake. Take a round Bro. Tyrone is to a greater extent than a Bro he is
Bubbas real brother.

Tyrone took Bubba's stead, put his hands on her ass and teased her pussy with his dick. Then he rammed his gumshoe inside the pathetic Andrew Dickson White bitch.
Oh Yea, feels practiced. Dats it, all the way in. He pushed in deep probing her twat with his cock.
Bubba smiled seeing his crony Ty fucking the white teen. As they exchanged tone they knew what no one else knew.

This was not their first-class honours degree time, not their first rape.
Dats it Ty, fuckin veracious. Just like the old 24-hour interval Bro.
Man dis tone salutary. HMMMM Yea, dats it.

piece of tail TAG TEAM MF shag GANGBANG

Always a brotherly competition Ty was banging the Bitch as hard as he could.
The guys wondered if the White female child could take on it. Tag Team fuck by two big black hulks.

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

I can't tie-up it. No more. Pllease.
Bubba grabbed her hair while his comrade fucked her.
Whoose better, me or my Bro.
We both gon na jazz u and cum in yo cunt.

Ty slapped her ass and Bubba slapped her face.
piece of ass my Bro bitch.
I'll be back inside u for u know it.
Useless scum, only good fo sum dependable bootleg cock fucking.

Tyrone held on to the flannel ass. He remembered molly's ass. Nice and white sweet southern ass.
It cut like butter with his hunting knife. Good sentence not forgotten back in the Day.
Looking down at Lisa's butt he took his Rough dirty fingerbreadth nails and dragged them as hard as he could pulling off skin as he went.
poor Lisa screamed as ancestry streaked her once quiet Virgin ass.

Tyrone looked at the skin and origin on his fingers.
He sucked it up. He loved the sense of taste. He remembered the tasting of Molly's lineage.
Oh what a day that was. You always remember your firstly.

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

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

They were just teens back then.
Molly was hot piece of tweed scum. She had smiled at Bubba as their paths crossed going home. In those days if a white girlfriend smiled at a bootleg boy it meant one thing. They watched her walkin and swayin and teasin them. One day she walked in the damage topographic point at the wrong time.

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

It was Bubba's turn again.
They were Tag Team gang Banging.

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

Tag team that Bitch. Brothers Gangbang. fuck her Bubba. Rock dat ASS.

Ty remembered the day back then well too. Bubba had gone first. They had Molly tied up standing against a stall in the old b. It was a hot day in the old South. Bubba said he busted her. She did bleed very good. 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 kill Molly, he was fucking her so arduous. But he realized the white beef mollie could take it. Then he heard her screaming. The bitch was getting off being raped. Just a art object of southerly white methamphetamine hydrochloride. She howled for more.

To Be Continued