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Part 4. The Girl gifted to elder (first person perI could not bear watching anymore. The fat Indian r****t was going to begin undressing poor Nicole Lee with his mouth alone. That was his fetish. I never actually seen him do this but I will once the film is available. The crone had taken over the filming. And I had a choice.Watch again, like I have been doing since I came home. Or proceed to my own little teen, bound, gagged and prepared in my sex room.My own hard on gave me the right answer. The flutters in my stomach was turning into a storm of excitement, getting unbearable, watching my brothers play with their girls while I did nothing. NO. A special treat was waiting for me and I believed that it was time to visit my sweetheart and have my fair share of unprecedented lust.It was silent in the hall when I closed the door to the room where my brother and crone was. Surprisingly, the torture room was also silent and I could smell the pungent smoke reeking from under the door. The mad albino bride was probably smoking his cruel blend of intoxicants, preparing himself, charging up for his long deranged night ahead. I fought the urge to step into that room, just to see how the American teen was doing. How would she be bound? Was she already naked? Has she been re-gagged? But no. No peeking. My urgency for sexual release was mounting and I needed to explode, to ejaculate profusely, and preferably into my teen rather than wasting the seed on masturbation and voyeurism.I needed to **** her sooner rather than later.The time was now.I went to my door. Knocked on it three times and pressed my head against it. I could hear a panic sobbing. Then a muffled screaming.“This is the police!” I yelled, starting the mind fuck. “Is there a Stacie Tay in there?” I banged the door some more then listened. She was screaming uncontrollably, I could barely make out a ‘yes’ through that thick gag of hers and perhaps “please help me, please help me.” The crone always gagged the girls well. Knowing that Stacie would be blindfolded, I pretended to kick down the door. It burst open and there she was. Trashing on the bed.She was still clad in her light blue school uniform. Her skirt was short, inches above her knees and her shirt was fitting, landscaping her teen-age breasts, which appeared large enough to fit the palm of my hands. “Oh my God! Stacie? Is that you?” I grinned. She was not blindfolded. A thick black velvet bag was snugly pulled over her whole head, with its drawstrings pulled tight and tied off around her creamy neck. She was nodding her head furiously, twisting her young body against her bonds. She was heaving heavily, being hard to breathe through such a thing. Her body was slender and petite, just the way I liked it. The crone knows all of our tastes well and I silently thanked her and Lord Graheg for such a fine gift. “We’ll get you out of here Stacie, hang in there!” I said urgently, as I pulled my sweaty t-shirt off my large deformed body. “Let me unbind your legs first ok?” I lied. She nodded her head, sobbing through her gag. I was hard, very hard and I stepped out of my shorts. The room was dank, stank of sweat and sex. It was barely lit, a single yellow bulb hung above the bed, illuminating the bed and the girl stretched out on it. I peeled off my leather thong and slid it down my thick legs as I scanned her lower body. She still had her sneakers and socks on. “The cable ties around your feet is hard to cut through, give me some time ok Stacie? You’ll be alright, I promise you.” She cried in relief. I studied her bonds. Her ankles were each secured with black cable ties and a third held both of them together. A thin but sturdy rope was threaded through the third cable tie and ran to the foot of the bed, in the center where it was tied off, forcing her legs to be pulled straight. I circled the bed to the end, to see how her arms were bound above her head. Her head was resting on her upper arms which were bound together tightly with cable ties. It cut into the sleeve of her uniform. Another cut right around her elbows that were bent so that the rest of her arms fell down the height of the dirty yellowing mattress. At the wrists, it was strapped together with cable ties and attached to an iron bar beneath the bed, similarly to the way the first girl was bound, she who was face ****d. Stacie made more noises, tugging at her legs, wondering what was going on. “I’m behind you now, working on your arms.” She tiled her head back, trying to see her savior, “I think it’s easier to undo your arms first. The paramedics are outside, one of them will bring scissors then we’ll cut you free ok? Then I’ll remove your hood and your gag, and then you’ll be safe and sound. Be patient. Your mom and dad have been worried about you. Are you relieved Stacie?” She nodded her head again, mewing like a c***d, like a kitten, sounds that sounded earnest perhaps even joyful. I grew more excited at the ploy, “You’ll see them real soon, they are outside the house O.K.? waiting for you…” I stood behind her head now, letting my erect oily penis dangle above her head. The first thing she sees must be horrific to her. She was crying into her gag, tears of release from her nightmare that she believed canlı bahis was ending. I lightly touched her neck. She was startled, I started to undo the drawstring….”I’m sorry I scared you…can you tug at your hands? See if you can break out of your binds please? I’ve loosened it as much as I could…” She tugged. Nothing happened. She shook her head. “No?” I unknotted the drawstring and pulled the lower bag open. “Just a second more Stacie… “ I pinched the ends of the bag above her head and began tugging it slowly off her head… ”Just a second more…” Her lower face, wrapped in black tape is exposed, “…and you can see the face of the police man, that has come to save you….”I pulled the bag off dramatically, her eyes went wide seeing the black, uncircumcised eel dangling down at her, “PEEKABOOOOO!!!!” I yelled into her face and for a second, she was shocked into silence, completely unmoving. Then she sucked in air through her nostrils and screamed. I could almost feel her relief vanishing in that terrified scream. Disbelief was flooding her, followed by waves and waves of panic. She was jerking her body against the binds, twisting her head this way and that. Her gag was tight, very tight. Tape wound and wrapped her lower face shut. Upper cheeks bulging under the strain. Tears rolled down her face. I playfully pumped my pelvis back and forth, letting my balls and cock swing and bounce above her face. “SURPRIIIIIISE! APRIL FOOOOL!!!!” I shouted, a tad overjoyed. Even if it wasn’t April, the effect was there. I had raised her hopes, and then sent it crashing back into her black horrifying reality. “ My name is officer Elder,” I said as I stepped up into the bed then squatted over her face. She immediately turned away from my dirty open anus inches from her eyes. I bent my head down to look at her from between my own legs, “and you are under arrest!”I straightened up, crossed over her body and stood with my legs at her sides, looking down straight at her. I lowered my body, sitting on her just below her chest pinning her down. I stared into her face, breath reeking. “You are to remain gagged at all times.” I leaned in to take a deep whiff of her neck and hair. It smelled of fresh shampoo and sweat. She tried to break away from me but could barely move. “You are to be tied up at all times…” I buried my face into the left side of her neck and bit her tender flesh there with my lips, she mewled and gurgled into her gag, “Any kind of muffled screaming or struggling will not stop me from touching you.” I started kissing her gagged lips noisily, “Any kind of pleading through your gag will not stop me from stripping you.” I then cupped her young breasts from below, locked my fingers over them and squeezed them tightly through her uniform, “and any kind of sobbing and crying…” I lowered my face into her right ear and said slowly, “ … will not stop me from r****g you.”I licked the insides of her ear with my fevered tongue while my hands continued to squish her young breasts. I couldn’t wait to remove her shirt. I held on to her face next, with my thumbs pressed under her chin, I pushed her head back, exposing her neck. I ran my tongue from the top center of her chest all the way up her neck to her lower jaw. Then I licked it that way again, pressing my wet tongue hard against her skin. “mmmm, you taste very nice…” Up and down her neck I licked and tasted her, the top and bottom of my tongue lathering her delicate skin. This prospect excited me, sitting on a teen taken from school, licking her this way while she was tied down, unable to stop me. I kissed her bulging cheeks. To think that she’s terrified of me made me even want to terrify her more. I vaguely thought about what mouth stuffing the crone had used on her as I dug my crotch into her belly then pushed up against her body. She let out a guttural scream. Bit by bit I dislodge her shirt that was tucked into her skirt. I could see she was wearing a white t-shirt beneath. More clothes to peel off…. I clasped the sides of her bound arms then ran my hands down the sides of her body, feeling her curves, her ribs, her waist. Such a small waist. I tucked my hands beneath her shirt, her t-shirt and stroked her stomach in small circular motions with my thumbs.Such soft, smooth skin. I started unbuttoning the lowest button of her uniform. “Here are some facts” I said professionally, unbuttoning her second button, “Firstly, I’m not keeping you here for ransom. I don’t want money from your family…” The third button is released, shirt opening up as I go along, “What I really want though…is to press my face into the crotch of your panties…” She cried noisily, uselessly into her merciless gag. I laughed, unbuttoning her fourth and fifth buttons, letting her light blue uniform top fall on either sides, exposing her school t-shirt. Catholic college it said. I shifted a little then slid my long erect cock under her t-shirt and let it rub against her soft skin. I kissed her wet eyes. “Are you a nice catholic girl?” I fumbled with her second last button, then very slowly and menacingly, I said into her ear, “Are. You. A. Virgin?” She screwed her eyes shut, shuddered, wept. I rubbed my throbbing cock some more against her skin, “I asked you a question bahis siteleri Stacie…” the sensitive bottom part of my penis head sliding over her belly button. “Yes or no?”She slowly, reluctantly nodded. I nearly ejaculated with that answer.“Very gooood.” I whispered. “This is going to be more fun…” I devoured her neck, clamping my lips over her skin and sucking hard on it against her tortured whimpering. I pulled her shirt apart, bursting the last button. She sucked in her breath, shocked. I released my lips from her skin with a wet pop then looked down at her rising and falling chest, then to her terrified face. She looked sick. “Never had a man, slowly undress you….never had a naked, obese man sitting on your young body?” She shook her head, sounding like she was choking on her own sobs. Face cramped with trepidation. My hands were now tucked under her t-shirt, feeling out her waistline, her lower ribs, pushing her t-shirt up slowly exposing more of her stomach. “Never had a man…do this to you?” I slid my body backwards, cock leaving her stomach, I bent down then tucked my head under her t-shirt, my face pressing into her stomach. Then I shoved my head, slowly and deliberately upwards, wriggling my sweaty long hair and rough face against her stomach, her solar plexus, snorting her sweaty skin as I felt the top of my head and forehead rub up against her tight teenage bra. She could feel her body trying to twist away but I was pinning her down. She screamed. A distant muffled, trapped scream. I half kissed, half munched on her skin around her stomach with my lips, half aware that my cock was bouncing and rubbing up against the sides of her legs, sometimes grazing the hem of her skirt. I squeezed her hips with my thighs. I almost gushed. I could feel the tightness of her t-shirt over my head and the tops of my shoulders, the tension seemed to be keeping my face buried in her stomach and ribs. I started licking her deliciously, my eyes catching glimpses of her simple pink cotton bra. Both of my hands slid up the sides of her body, up along her ribs. My wrists caught her t-shirt and I pushed it up all the way so that my palms ran over the sides of her bra and ended up cupping her armpits. It was cleanly shaven. I wasn’t sure f the crone had shaved it or she was naturally hairless under her arms. Her t-shirt was bunched under her neck now, her screaming and trashing continued, being exposed like this. I sat up, contented, looking down at her young shapely body, her soft B cup breasts neatly bundled in a tight pink cotton bra. It looked like it was pushing her breasts together and augmenting it, but it wasn’t quite a push up bra. It was simple, with no design and no bulky padding. It showed the right amount of young flesh and it made me excited.I climbed off her body and she took in a deep breath, relieved somewhat from my grotesque weight. Her scared eyes followed me as I reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and pulled out a hunting knife. She panicked. I laughed.“Oh don’t worry my dear Stacie. I’m not going to hurt you…. How can I? I ADORE your tender tender body…” I climbed back on top of her. She froze as I started cutting away her shirt and t-shirt, sawing off the sleeves, stabbing through the material, ripping them apart, pulling them out from under the cable ties that held her upper arms together. Part by part I pulled the scraps and strips of destroyed clothes out from under her slender body and tossed it to either sides of the bed. I jammed the knife into the mattress just at the side of her face and it shocked her. She trembled and squirmed.It was so refreshing just seeing her upper body covered only in her little pink bra. I licked my lips then bent down to kiss her chest, I slobbered parts of her breasts that were exposed, ran my tongue through the center of her cleavage. She cried and sobbed and mewed into her gag. With my right hand, I slid it up the side of her legs, slipping my excited hands under her skirt. I felt the sides of her shorts. “Ahhhh.” I hissed into her face, “one more article of clothing to remove… very good, I love this…” My other hand ran up the left side of her legs. Her shorts felt small. I buried my face into her chest, suckling on the bare flesh of her breasts as my hands roamed to her back until my fingers poked out of the back of her skirt, I gripped the edge of her skirts waist line then pulled it apart. The buckle that held her skirt broke immediately and I heard the small sound of the zip coming down as I pulled the skirt open from the back. Her crying got louder. “Excuse me, “ I said into her face, “As I pull off your skirty skirt skirt k?” I back crawled then with my hands , I cleanly pulled her skirt off her hips and down her long slender smooth legs. My cock was so hard and excited I almost came again, seeing her in her small, light pink cotton shorts. It molded perfectly around her 24 inch waist and petite torso. Most of her upper and inner thighs were exposed. Such skimpy shorts….“You must really love pink don’t you my dear Stacie?” I teased her, admiring her lightly tanned, unblemished legs that were lashed together with cable ties around and under her knees. I pulled the blade from the mattress, bahis şirketleri got off the bed and slashed open her skirt clumped around her ankles. I left her sneakers on and looked at her young form stretched out in all her glory. Small pink shorts, tight, tiny bra, black tape wrapped around her head, arms raised and vanished behind the bed, stomach flat, skin perfect. “ You are such a fine fuck toy!” I said, admiring her then slowly climbing back onto the bed. “Tell me, “ I said, a s I straddled her again, rubbing my bloated cock on her bare stomach once more. “Your skirt is so short, your shorts are so small. I bet…” I leaned into her face, “your panties must be tiny….hmmm?” I began rubbing my crotch into her shorts…” you ARE wearing panties right? Hmmm?” She nodded. I clapped my hands once, loudly. “very gooood!” I clamped my thighs against the sides of her hips, gripping her shorts. “should I wriggle your shorts off or?” I cupped my hands just under the sides of her bra, “should we get your pretty little bra off first?” She mewed and mewed, more tears streaming down her bulging cheeks. She was so attractive, so young, so vulnerable and so scared. My hands roamed in unison up and down the sides of her body, following the inward curve.I lowered my face to the center of her chest then curled my tongue under the small center part of her bra then gentle bit down on the garment, my open hands slipped up and under her right bra cup then the left. I tugged my head forward, allowing both her soft flesh to bounce free. She screamed uselessly again as my large hands buried her small breasts and began massaging them gently, feeling its softness, its tenderness, its youngness. She twisted and bucked. I groped her, I ran my thumbs around her nipples, p ink and virgin like. I love how her nipples felt under my thumbs. Her sobs were coming fast, with every harder squeeze resulting in a short sharp scream that was lost and muffled. I turned and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger. I rubbed my naked crotch against her shorts, desperate to wriggle them off with my lower body. Soon, soon she’ll be completely naked. I grabbed her loose bra now sitting across her upper chest and pulled it in opposite directions. The back hooks snappedTo her dismay, I tugged it off carelessly pushing the broken thing past her head. I was too lazy to get off her to grab the knife. Where it had gone, I didn’t even care. I pulled at the thin bra straps until they burst and after two or three attempts bursting parts of her bra, I finally managed to wring the thing off her body and tossed it far away. She was completely topless now and completely at my mercy.Jamming my hands around her arms just above her armpits, I held her down even more as I lowered my face and sunk my open mouth upon her left breast. I sucked on her flesh hard, my tongue wagging against her nipple. She struggled and squirmed and groaned into her gag. I licked, and sucked and slurped her youthful tit while my free hand explored and massaged her other tit. I found myself squeezing my eel between her bound legs, penetrating her between her upper thighs just under her small shorts. It was tight that way and I started fucking her just under her crotch. It was strangely satisfying but I fought not to cum. I continued licking and sucking on her breasts, taking turns with each soft mound, sometimes squeezing both breasts together, sometimes playfully biting down her nipple, making her scream. She was sweating, I was sweating. She was struggling and I let her bound legs crush my cock and masturbate me. Her legs felt smooth and my cock slid up and down the crevice between her legs, sometimes allowing my penis head to poke against her crotch just for fun. I desperately wanted to see what kind of panties my lovely teenage sex kitten was wearing.“Time for your shorts to go…” I whispered into her ear. A long tearful ‘Nooooo’ escaped her gag as I squeezed my thighs around her hips and shorts then dragged it down her body. I must’ve gotten it down around her thighs before I slid my torso up against her again, my raw, throbbing cock rubbing hard against the crotch of her panties. My heart was racing. Her panties felt snug and small. “ I can feel your paaantieeees…” I kissed her gagged face, nestled my head between her young breasts then crawled backwards. I snorted and slobbered her sweet skin all the way down the center of her body as I crept backwards. Kissing her belly button as I moved lower and lower. My chin grazed the elastic waistband of her panties, then my lips, my nose until I finally came face to face with the tiny triangle of light pink barely covering her cleanly shaven virgin crotch. I hugged her legs hard to stop her from struggling, she was shrieking. I buried my face into her little panties, taking a deep, erotic whiff. She bucked frantically, cried and cried and cried as I rubbed my face into her glorious soft virginity hidden under so little cotton. My nose was pushing apart her tight lips through her panties, I was breathing her in through nose and mouth. A sweet mixture of sweat, soap and subtle laundry detergent filled my senses. She hardly had any fat, maybe just a little baby fat around her untouched pussy. I took long hard snorts, loving every second of this fantasy, face pressed against a teenage girl’s virgin cunt through her little pink panties while she cries into her tight merciless gag, bound and hopeless on my bed.

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