Of Stinker And Men ( 3 )


Bdsm, Erotica, Extreme, Hardcore, Teen, Young
In his iniquity gray van, the man followed the teenage fille through the nearly abandoned streets. It was a quiet, starless nighttime ; he could just barely glimpse the missy as she walked underneath the dim street lamp and through the silvery Moon emitted by the glowing orb far, far above. Up ahead, the girl stopped at an intersection, waiting for the few elevator car to cross, and the man had a chance to look her over once again. She was young, perhaps 18 twelvemonth old, with a slender, gently curving body, sky sorry eyes, and long light-haired hair that he could discern even from this distance. Then, the lights flashed unripened, and she continued away from the sparse traffic, closer to him.

After a few pulley block, she turned into an alley. The man decided that this was the moment. He nimbly pulled his van over to the side of the route, at the mouth of the alley, and silently walked after the girl, one hired 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 alleyway unnerved her a little, but it was a agile shortcut and she did n't require to lallygag in the lifeless streets. She slid her hands into the pockets of her thin coat, and kept walking.

Without warning, a shape rushed at her from the shadows. She only had time to inspire before a broad hand covered her mouth. She screamed, but the phone was muffled and there was no one else around to discover anything. She writhed and twisted, but the figure behind her jam all of her movements. Suddenly, she felt something smooth and eerily cold at her throat.

'' Do n't move, '' a rough voice crackled. The leaf 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 soft backtalk, he could feel her house tit and her quick, frightened breathing. His other hand kept the ten-inch blade truelove at her throat.

'' Shhh ... '' he whispered into her ear. He slowly withdrew the blade for a moment, curling his arm around her. He ran the blade up the front of her slim physical structure, cutting away her reddish blue 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 discover her again. Then, he reached down to where her slender ramification were sheathed in sozzled jeans, and tore off the button. The daughter began shaking her head and whimpering. He tightened his arm around her, feeling her fast breaths.

The man pushed her over to the side of the alleyway, face-first towards a wall. She cried out, the speech sound muffled by his deal, and raised her hands to the harsh brick. He pressed his body into hers, forcing her against the paries. She seemed to know what was about to encounter and retain her leg 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 thigh. Her light blue panties were now fully exposed to the dusty night air, and he noticed with meek entertainment that they matched the shade of her middle. The girl began to writhe again, but he pressed her even harder into the wall with his body, forcing his hip joint forward. He kept a handwriting firmly over her mouth, and with the early, he unzipped his own jeans. He forced his groin into the her back, and he was sure that she could feel his release erection. The female child tried to push back against him, her hands against the wall, but he was much stronger than she was. He stepped forwards, placing his feet on either face of her tightly closed legs. The man reached down with the steel one final time, tucked it away, and let his fingers travel around her let out panty. The girl was visibly shaking now. He let his digit trace over her vaginal lips, hidden by the thin material ; then, with a mystifying breather, he hooked two digit around the strip of cloth and pulled it to the side.

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Anna felt the cold air on her labia, devoid of its final protective layer. She twisted and turned, but the man behind her had an Fe grip with his helping hand and arm. Suddenly, she felt the heat of his lance between her legs. respective thoughts fluttered desperately through her mind. She was no Virgo, but she had only done it a few clock time with other boys her age. The man still had his other hand down there with his beam, and she gasped when he roughly jammed a finger inside her. It was only the tip, yet he wriggled it around between her vaginal lips, rubbing over her inner rampart to her irritation. She let out a whimper as a second finger entered her, spreading her labia subject. Without warning, the man delved his fingers deep inside her, going all the way until she felt his knuckle pressing against her outer sassing. He stayed like that, painfully rotating his finger's breadth around, curling them up, and spreading them out inside her, while his bony brass knucks rubbed against her labia and clitoris ; she could do nothing to a greater extent than writhe a few centimeter in an effort to bump him.

After a while, though, the man seemed to feature enough. He quickly withdrew his fingers and she gasped, surprised at the sudden sensation of friction. He pressed his upper physical structure against hers, forcing her pectus flatcar against the bulwark with her hips slightly back, and Anna turned her head to the position to keep off getting her expression crushed against the bricks. His mitt moved between her legs, and the warm oral sex of his cock traced up and down her labia. Again without warning, the man jerked his pelvic arch 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 eye widened, but he did not kibosh, so she had no time to line up to his size and the richness inside her before his balls were already against her vaginal back talk. The Brobdingnagian prick pulsed against her inner walls, and its whale tip pressed against her uterine cervix. After a few seconds, the man drew back, until only the tip was inside her. With no lubrication, the friction against her intimate walls was sheer pain, and she cried out as he forced his way back inside, until his tip hit her cervix uteri once again. The man did n't care, though, and only continued to move faster.

hang over with work force on the wall, she whimpered in pain each time he plowed inside her and gasped each sentence he withdrew. Nevertheless, he kept moving, faster and Thomas More intense each time. Anna could sense him slowly swelling inside her, stretching her inside even more. The man reached around her with both his arms, still covering her backtalk with one hand but grasping her throat with the other ; he pulled her back towards his body, sleeve wrapped around her, until her cover was flush with his tum and broken chest. She tried to alleviate the insistence at her pharynx, vainly attempting to curl his finger's breadth away with both her hands. He thrusted inside her faster and faster now, and she gasped in realization. Beating her mitt back against his belly and legs, she shook her head and twisted against his suitcase, but the man did not care. With one final, immense thrust, the tip of his cock hit her neck and his rotating shaft pulsed abstruse inside her. She felt ropes and ropes of his disgustingly hot, gummy semen coat her inner walls and pool inside her, knowing that she had just been impregnated by an adult man. She had never allowed the male child she had slept with to finish inside. He continued to hug her from behind, hands groping her knocker through her shirt, as his prick kept erupting streams of thick fluid against her cervix. Eventually, his breathing place slowed, and he relaxed, his shaft sliding out of her as he let go and turned to lean backwards against the wall future to her. midst, blanched strings of his semen still connected the tip of his dick to her vagina, which was now dripping the residual of his sperm in long, hanging strings. She turned and looked at the man for the inaugural clock time, seeing his unshaven, aging face, his broad body, and his strangely full eyes. He had already zipped up his jeans, and the twine 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 heavyset white liquidity underneath her, growing larger and larger as more semen dripped out of her. The man simply leaned there against the brick wall, regaining his breath and watching her bumble around with her jean still halfway down her thighs, with one hand keeping her panties to the position and the former keeping her vagina loose as the ropes of semen flowed out of her and dripped slowly to the ground.

After various minute of arc, the disgusting, thick rate of flow still had not ceased ; suddenly, the man stood up and roughly grabbed her arm. He began walking, dragging her behind him, seemingly not caring about the trails of semen dripping out of her. She began to holler, but he forced one hired hand over her backtalk once again. She could taste his own nauseating cum on his fingers, and it occurred to her this was what had just been inside her own trunk. Exiting the back street, the man yanked her towards a large gray van, opened the hinder door, and shoved her interior, slamming the doors closed behind her. It was windowless and pitch Negro ; after a few s, she heard him get into the front and start the engine. The van rumbled, and then they were moving.

Her jeans were still halfway down her thighs, and her panties still pulled aside. In the swarthiness, she could still feel the man 's thick semen steadily flowing out of her, pooling between her close down stage and on the rug 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 node demanded punctuality, and he never delivered late. He was looking forward to this, too - this was something new, for once.

The teenage young woman was unconscious now, perhaps unable to dispense with the blow. He did n't care, as long as she was still alive. She only needed to be alert for a piffling bit longer, anyways. He carried her remarkably light trunk into his basement, to a white mattress on a bed form. He laid her in the mall, and used exact greyback of rophy to tie her carpus to either position of her berm, her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed frame, and her waistline to a alloy ring in the middle of the frame. She now lay on her back, with her small hands a few inches to the face of her shoulders and her slim wooden leg wide undefendable, knees a few in in the air. He took out his blade again, and with operative preciseness, 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 textile. The visual sense of her, lying unconscious on her back with panties pulled aside and vagina exposed was beyond alluring. Even her crocked shirt, covering her business firm, chirpy white meat, almost caused him to lose control. She was still unconscious mind, though, and deciding that it would be gentle to do what he had to do now while she was asleep, the man went back to work.

First, he made for sure that the lighting was optimum - he did not need it too bright, but it had to be sufficiently illuminated so that everything was seeable. Then, he adjusted the several television camera around the room, ensuring that they were all set at the earmark angle. Walking over to the girlfriend, he brought the charge card Tupperware box and took off the lid. inside was a expectant hacek of brie high mallow. He reached between her pegleg and cattle farm overt her vaginal back talk with two fingers. He could still see ropes of thickheaded white liquid state inside her, and confirmed by reaching inside with a third digit. He did not require to clean it out, though, and he supposed that it should be unneeded - the creatures were n't exactly picky eaters. Thus, the man dipped three fingerbreadth into the grinder of tall mallow, scooping up subdued chunks, and shoved them inside the girl, smearing them over her the walls of her vagina as deep as he could pass, moving his digit in and out until the wedge of tall mallow was completely gone. Withdrawing, he watched her labia flutter closed behind them, marveling at the enduring niggardliness of her teenage vagina. There was no sign of what he had just done to her.

Now, the man went out of the way and came back with a large box connected on the top to a long, thin rubber tube. He picked up the tube and hoped that his mensuration had been correct. It was just over an in in diameter. He carefully placed the box on the ground by the bed, making for sure that the tube was coming out of the top of the box. Taking the tube, he brought it between the girlfriend 's open branch. He looked at her boldness, and her eyes were still closed. It did n't count if she was pretending - she did n't have to be witting for this percentage, at least. He looked down at her debunk vagina, and spread it undecided with two fingers again. This time, though, he spread it open as far wide as he could, observing once again the remarkable concentration of the teen girl. Keeping her sassing bedspread open, he guided the rubber vacuum tube to her labia and pushed it inside a few in. Removing his fingers, he watched her vaginal sass once again close gently around the extraneous object, despite it being several times declamatory this time. A strange, squealing noise 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 fille stirred, campaign restrained by her bonds. perfect timing, the man thought to himself, and smiled. He activated the cameras - some recording, others broadcasting live.

On the bed, the missy tried to flex. Finally opening her blue heart, she looked around confusedly, and then widened her eyes as she saw him, sitting at the incline of the bed staring down at her. She tried to create haphazardness, but it was all muffled by the gag. Upon her realization that she was almost completely keep back, he saw her breasts begin to turn out and fall in fear. The man glanced upwards one finally time, ensuring that all the cameras had their power twinkle on.

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

The girl did not seem to hear him. Perhaps now she could sense the large rubber tube inside her, or the copious measure of brie cheeseflower that he had smeared all over her inner paries until her vagina was filled with a thick, moist assortment of the dairy product and his semen. She tried to raise her head and depend down her consistence, but due to her hands being restrained, she could barely lift her caput off the mattress. He supposed she could at least see part of the rubber underground extending into the air between her legs and off to the face of the bed, although he doubted she could see the box on the ground, and she definitely could not see where the thermionic tube entered her. The man looked at the missy, looked into her horrendous juicy eyes, and then glanced away.

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Anna was beyond afraid. She had no musical 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 perspective ; her legs were capable but not flat on the mattress, and she could not proceed her hands at all. She could only tilt her chief to the face and a few stage forwards and backwards. Above all, she felt an immense discomfort between her legs, as if he had masturbated inside her several Thomas More times and then shoved a colossus cylindrical plug just inside her vagina. Her inner walls were tightly gripping something cold, knockout, and all-encompassing, and she could finger an oddly warm, viscous liquid congealing abstruse within her. She wondered if he had pumped some mixture inside her. A tail fell across her face, and she recoiled into the mattress as the man reached over with a hand and brushed a unleash strand of her blonde tomentum off her fount. Anna looked at him confusedly. Expressionless, the man reached below her billet of mess with his early arm, and she heard a clatter, as if he had knocked something over. Then, she heard a rush of strange squeaking noises, felt a scurrying vibration along the object inside her, and her middle widened in shock upon a sudden burst of sensation.

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He had done it. He had tipped over the box, so that the rubber tubing now lay parallel to the solid ground, branching off one of the side paries. A snow flurry of close call permeated the air ; he heard the rapid movements, just as the girl must birth felt them inside her. Now that the box 's exit could be reached, the stinker, having been starved for weeks, dashed one-by-one through the newly uncommitted pathway towards the irresistible scent of living. strikebreaker were dumb animal, the man thought. When the exit to the underground had been on the top of the box, the dirty dog could have been able to stack onto each former and evasion, but they were too heroic to do so after nearly starving to death. Now that the thermionic vacuum tube was freely approachable on the side wall, the strikebreaker disappeared in seconds.

The girl must deliver had no idea what had been going on. Most of the rats were still scurrying through the tube, but he had no doubt that she could feel the few that were already moving inside her. The girl 's eyes were wide, and she was soundlessly shaking her head in pain. Each time one of the skunk entered her, she shook in her restraints and her branch jerked in a frantic, useless attempt to close up them. As the box emptied, her movements became more and more erratic, her pass shaking quicker and quicker. Odd, wet, slurping sounds began to emanate from inside the fille, whose wooden leg shook with despair. The man looked away from the tube, away from the thudding trend inside it, away from where it disappeared inside her, and fixed his eyes on her facial expression. He could not dissent her face of impuissance and agony.

Beneath the sparkle of the cameras and gazes of the hidden audiences, he bent over the girl. Even as she writhed beneath him, he draped himself over her and grasped her fount in his mitt. He stared into her widely risque eyes for a few second, cherishing her trouble, shocked expression, before reaching downwards and ripping open the top one-half of her shirt. Buttons flew around the room, but he stared hungrily down at her firm, exposed breasts, lovingly supported in a correspond blue angel bra. He groped her white meat with one handwriting, not even bothering to remove her bra, and with the former, he reached down between her legs to where the rubber vacuum tube entered her. Running his finger over her soft labia, massaging them around the cool tube, feeling the stretched curve of her vaginal mouth, he sensed each agonized shudder of her soundbox. Tracing around her distend vagina, he could finger the gnawer moving within, ravenously consuming the liquid smorgasbord inside her, wildly clawing and biting for their ploughshare, no doubtfulness confused and disoriented in the iniquity. The rats were not large, but he knew she could experience their low furred bodies rapidly darting around and climbing over each other in the hunt for sustenance, gnawing for every go morcel inside her. Perhaps some were already burrowing away cryptical interior, giving up on the assortment in party favour of the main course. All this was too much for him, so he unzipped his denim and began furiously stroking his shaft mere inches away from her labia. He doubted she even noticed.

It only took a few seconds before he climaxed with his prick in his hand, jabbing it between her branch at her vaginal sass. He sprayed his thick ejaculate for several second base around where the the tube entered her ; when he was done, her labia were dripping with ropes of sperm once again. There was a syndicate of fluid around her clitoris, gently beginning to flow down to her stretch out vaginal scuttle. He caught his breath for a few present moment, and when he turned back to the young woman, he noticed that the thermionic vacuum tube had stopped moving. The box was empty.

The man looked at the girl again. She was still twisting in her simplicity, desperately tilting her head and trying to close 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 India rubber metro protruding from between her peg. He gave it a tug, but it did not move ; perhaps the mixture had completely congealed and glued the tube to her insides. He pulled harder and harder, until it suddenly shifted an inch. There was a brief irruption of muffled squeaking, and the young lady 's eyes widened even further. Ignoring her, the man tugged, and inch by column inch, the tube-shaped structure slowly moved until it popped out of her with a wet slurp. Just like before, despite the immense dilatation, her vaginal lips gently closed. The thickset semen that he had ejaculated on her labia began to flow down into her vagina. Except for her jerking apparent movement and the wet sounds, there was no sign of what was happening inside the girl.

The man ran one mitt over her breasts again, feeling her cleavage with his fingers while he traced her vaginal brim with his other hand. The sounds inside her had changed ; they were no longer wet and slurping, but more than of a thick smacking, grinding audio now. With his hand just above her vagina, he could palpate the rapid bm inside her. Each time there was a particularly loud explosion of sound, the young lady 's rosehip jerked, and her foreland shook wildly. She seemed to be moving slower less frequently now, though. He looked into her wide optic, and saw them shimmering with agonized split.

However, the grisly auditory sensation were not fading. He decided to unbind the fille 's ankle ; it made no dispute if she started to flail around, as the animate being would not be coming out of her from where they went in. He reached down and cut the gnarl around her ankles. Now, she was only restrained by her hands and her waist.

Immediately, the fille 's legs 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 physical structure. Now, her labia were seeable between her closed branch and the man reached down to caress them with his free mitt. The thick grinding audio from inside her on the spur of the moment became louder and the miss let out a muffled cry. binge streaked her nerve. Perhaps the betrayer had burrowed past her cervix ; perhaps they were in her womb now. Her motion began to slack. He raised his paw from her breasts to her throat, feeling for a pulse. He bent his pass over her facial expression and tilted his ear, listening for breathing. He felt a very light-headed beat and discover very shadowy breath, and realized that it was the beginning of the end for her.

Suddenly, he felt something wet on his other hand down by her legs. He glanced over, and saw a thin blood trail emerging from her vagina, running down her peg onto the mattress. Looking up, he made certain that it was visible to the cameras. The girl seemed to feel it, and she closed her eyes, tears still dripping. Her movements were almost imperceptible now ; her helping hand still trembled, but her body was mainly still. He could still experience and learn the rodents consuming her from the inside out. They had probably reached her internal organs. He tilted his head over her face and heard no breathing place. Raising his hand to her pharynx once again, this fourth dimension he felt zero. Looking down, he noticed that the stream of blood had grown to a rate of flow, gushing from inside her and pooling underneath. The girl had stopped moving ; he took one of her work force in his own and felt its cooling warmth. The man sat up, straightened his clothes, and left the room, leaving the vermin to their meal. He made sure the tv camera were still transmitting .
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