BaldMan flexed his fingers as he struggled to light the cigar he held in his pudgy fingers. Today was a big day. He was in Virginia, overseeing the loading of valuable art and illegal narcotics from the large lorries his team used to get across borders into smaller white transit vans for transporting all across Northern America. He had chosen a heavily secluded woods in Virginia for the transfer due to the easily bought police force and because a farmer who owed him a favour had offered to loan his land for this work to make them even.
"BaldMan, sir! The transit vans are loaded up and ready to go but there is a problem." said one of the hulking brutes, a foreman he'd paid to help manage the transfer.
"What kind of problem?" BaldMan wheezed, puffing on his cigar and sighing out in irritation.
"We found someone recording us on her phone, a young girl." The brute indicated to one of the transit vans. "We trapped her in there."
"Great news, well done capturing her. She Will be questioned. Gather two of your best men and bring them over to the van. I'll be along shortly." Baldman flicked away the ash and waddled in his ungainly manner over to the white van.
The van was a Ford Transit, a spare he'd kept around in case it was needed and now he was glad he had. He climbed into the drivers seat and waited for his men to turn up, he lamented the fact that Ian and Derek weren't here to help question her, Derek had a knack for interrogation. They were both away currently, helping a poor pharmacist eliminate his competition in Boston. When his men arrived he gunned the engine and drove away down the dirt track in the opposite direction from his cargo vans.
The girl in question was Michaela, or Mice to her friends. A beautiful girl of 15 years. Mice was shorter than most, only just beating 5 feet tall, she was curvy, thick thighs and an untoned stomach, but she was busty enough to turn the heads of men three times her age. Her breasts were very large, a C cup if not larger, and her butt has also seen its fair share of grabs and slaps from hormonal teenage boys. She was wearing blue denim cut-offs and a black band Tee-Shirt for Five Finger Death Punch, white converse trainers and ankle socks. Mice's makeup was curious though, a shade of black for her naturally plump lips that contrasted her pale complexion well. Her father was the farmer who owned the land BaldMan's business dealings took place on.
When the van came to a stop and after a good four hour drive during which Mice had screamed and kicked and begged to be let free, they arrived at a small shack in the middle of nowhere. Mice recognised the scenery as North Carolina but as to where exactly she was, she had no idea. She struggled against the handcuffs they had placed on her to no avail.
BaldMan threw her out of the Van to the floor where she felt a sharp pain in her knee as it scraped across the rocky ground. Two of BaldMans brutes dragged her into the small wooden shack as BaldMan locked the heavy wooden door behind them. She was tied to a chair by her hands and legs as BaldMan leaned in close and pinched her breast through her shirt and bra.
"Hello there Michaela, your father told us to watch out for you, said you were mischievous. He said if we saw you we should bring you to him but I had a better idea. These four men surrounding you are my men. Very loyal men. If you try to run They will stop you. Do you understand?" BaldMan said, giggling girlishly.
Mice nodded slowly, struggling as BaldMan continued to pinch and rub her breasts.
"Good." BaldMan said, shoving her backwards so she was lying on the ground, legs still in the air, tied to the chair legs.
"Julian would you please remove Michaela's jean shorts." Baldman ordered. One of the massive brutes walked towards her, Mice started to shake with fear, knowing what these men intended to do. Mice herself was a rape fantasist, she had been in contact with another like her from Britain and they had arranged all sorts of plans once he could get the money to visit her. She was devoted to him, she called him "Daddy" and obeyed him well. She thought sometimes she even loved him in her own way, young as she was. Now one of her fantasies was coming true in the worst way. Julian tugged off her jean shorts until they lay around her bound ankles, she was wearing "Daddy's" favourite pink panties. The BaldMan leaned down and began rubbing between her thighs.
"Dry as a bone, shame, it'll hurt for you." He said softly into her ear. He drew his pocket knife and cut through her band shirt, revealing her busty breasts. Again, she was wearing "Daddy's" favourite black bra with the red lace. BaldMan cut through the straps on that as well, drinking in the sight of her naked chest. He knelt down and straddled her, sliding down his suit trousers far enough to free his short, fat erection. Mice could feel the heat on his member as it pressed against her cleavage, even if she couldn't see it beneath is flab rolls.
He gave a light thrust, his erection slid between her breasts. He groaned lightly and began thrusting ineffectually, sliding his tip between her breasts and withdrawing it again. Too much friction. Mice decided that the quickest way to get this over with would be to try and finish them all as fast as possible, maybe if she did a good job they'd let her live. Daddy need never have to know.
"You know if my hands were free I could help you." She said in her most girlish, innocent voice.
"Smart girl." BadMan muttered. He slid the key into her cuffs and she moved her breasts around his erection. She spat on her hands and rubbed at her cleavage as BaldMan began thrusting again. Her spit helped lubricate him as he sawed away between her breasts, breathing heavily. His face screwed up nd he let out a small moan. Mice knew he was close, she put effort into stroking his tip as he gave the titfuck. When she felt a light throb she angled her head awkwardly and pouted around his erection. He held himself still, feeling the warmth of her mouth, black lips around his cock, innocent eyes focused on his. He blew his load, a couple of squirts that she swallowed easily followed by a third torrent of spunk clearly built up for a while. She coughed a couple of times but managed to swallow without dribbling it over herself.
"Smart girl." He repeated, between heavy breaths. He climbed off her. "As a reward, you get to chose the first guy to fuck you into the dirt."
Mice shivered slightly, she hadn't banked on this.
"I know what you were thinking Michaela. If you think this ends well for you, you are wrong." BaldMan said, giggling again.
She looked at the four men standing over her, all boasting thick erections through their boxer shorts. Two of them were discounted straight away, Mice had heard how big Black Men's cocks could be and knew she wouldn't be able to take it. She chose Julian, the man who'd been showing no active interest in her since she had been undressed. He was shorter than the rest and less bulky.
Julian nodded and pulled down his boxers. He was huge, at fully erect his dick reached a good 12 inches. Mice began to shake in fear.
BaldMan shrieked with laughter. "Ah yes, they usually choose Julian and it usually makes them pay. Deceptive isn't he. Julian was bitten by a Brazilian Wandering Spider, gave him the strongest erecting of his life and damn near killed him. I saved his life and cured the poison but the erection never went away."
Julian grinned, showing a row of yellow pointed, crooked teeth. He walked towards her, Mice began to struggle furiously. She didn't want to lose her virginity to this monster, she wanted to give it to Daddy.
"No! No! Please!" She begged, struggling against her bounds, she tried to reach her ankles with her hands but couldn't do it.
While Julian untied her feet and dragged her by her ankle over to the mattress in the corner, BaldMan read through her mobile texts and found her skype messages to "Daddy." He laughed. "I think daddy might want to see what his princess is up to." He pressed the video call function on her skype and pointed it at her.
Julian tore off her panties in a single vicious tear as Mice kicked at his chest, he held her legs still and lined up his erection with her tight slit.
"Mice?" The voice struck fear and grief through her. It was "Daddy." "Mice what are you doing?" Daddy asked, the video was unclear, too dark.
One of the hulking men turned on a light.
"Mice... Oh god let her go! Leave her alone!" The voice screamed, a reedy British accent.
Tears began to stream down Mice's face. "Daddy look away! Look away Please!"
Julian braced himself.
"Daddy, please look away please, no don't watch this PLEEEEEEE-"
She was cut off with the force of Julians thrust, splitting her open like a birthing rod. Five inches of thick veiny cock buried itself in her softest flesh. The voice over the phone shouted wordlessly. Mice struggled and wailed, tears pooling on the mattress beneath her. Her eyeliner streamed down her cheeks leaving black smudge marks on her pale face.
"Daddy... I'm so... Sorry!" She whimpered as Julian forced what little he could inside of her.
(Alas, timing isn't my forte, Mice's bizarre netorare continues on Wednesday, keep an eye out folks!
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