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This will be the first of several prequel's following the main antagonist from the story Manitoba, Tyshawn. This will be the first abduction that I'll attribute to him with a story, what follows is Ty following a recent trauma, one which he will bear out upon a rural girl a couple years younger than himself.

Listed below are additional chapters to their stories
The Girl from Quebec https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=52122.msg540256#msg540256
Manitoba https://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=52100.msg539542#msg539542

A dark cloud moved from the front of the setting sun and cast its shadow over the small gas station as the teen pulled into the dirt parking lot. Tyshawn turned off his car, left the keys in the ignition, opened the door and got out. He glanced at his image in the window, checking himself one last time before walking into the service station. He wore a dark green hooded sweatshirt atop a light cotton sleeveless top, loose fitted blue jeans and gleaming white sneakers.

An older black lady stood behind the counter as Tyshawn entered. The lady stared at the young man for a long uncomfortable moment and then looked away, trying not to seem impolite. Tyshawn realized what the woman's problem was. He removed the sweat shirt, folded the clothing over the edge of a magazine rack, and returned the stare. He watched as the lady's eyes gravitated and slowly inch down the youth's torso. The white tank top barely covered his defined muscles. His tight jeans accentuated his sculpted butt. He knew the sight of his attractiveness would change the woman's opinion, as long as the bitch didn't recognize his face.

Tyshawn could feel the moisture collecting on his brow, underneath his kinky black curls, and began rubbing a spot under his head. Inwardly he knew the plan would be difficult, but not unattainable. He had known the layout of this particular gas station long ago, having stopped her several times over the previous months, as it being only the second location in this rural county that allowed self- service pump use. So in turn, he also knew he could sneak onto the property easily from the woods in the darkness and attack his victim in the rear of the gas station without a customer or staff witness. But still, his imagination pictured his failure and he began to shiver as thoughts filled his brain.

The 18 year old tried his best to replace the horrible images and focus on his motivation for the plan.

He then reached down and adjusted the crotch of his jeans. A reaction to his fantasies and growing arousal to the memories of the pictures on his phone. As the boy lifted his head up he caught a glimpse of the big woman stealing a gaze at the large bulge protruding in his jeans. He then removed a hand from his pocket, pretended to notice the item that he wanted to buy, and made a move toward the counter.

"Hey mam," Tyshawn said with the sexiest voice the man could muster, "Can I please get a pack of Marlboro's?"

The heavy set older black woman didn't respond verbally, just slowly raised her eyes from the boy's muscular chest and nodded.

"That's gonna be five seventy nine," the lady mumbled, doing her best to conceal an odd sense of intrigue and amusement.

Tyshawn walked out a few moments later with his package of smokes and returned to his vehicle, to light one and calm his nerves. He sat staring intently into the woods watching the shadows from the setting sun dance on the trunks of the trees. "How much time do I have? How far will those lights in the distance guide my movement? Will anyone discover me out here hiding? What the fuck am I thinking!?" Tyshawn could not stop his imagination from torturing and troubling his mind, but deep inside the youth understood. The revenge he sought, the justice he felt he needed for the death of his sister would allow no compassion or guilt, not now and not in his future. His hate and loathing of white women was stronger than any regret or worry that a young man could possess. It fueled his passions and sent the teen further and further down the path that he found himself presently sitting, waiting and ready to accomplish.

The sky turned quickly, as did the lighting and mood in and around the young teen. From a dusky pink glow to the faded and pasty yellow glaze that matched the color of his own eyes. He was lost in that haze, thoughts near dream as he drifted from reality. The death of his sister had struck a chord, one that could not be comforted with family or sympathy, no, the youth would take matters into his own hands and become a monster that only vengeance and hatred can inspire. He would abuse, degrade, dominate and torture anything that reminded him of that smug bitch that got away with killing his sister on that later summer day all those months ago, her broken body left to die on the street as the woman raced away.
Yes, this would all end today, the man swore to himself.

From the shadows and fading light a deer bounded out from the forest, jumped the highway fence and ran across the road and into the ditch. He imagined himself in pursuit as the animal loped across the field of grass, weaving, running and hopping through the overgrown vegetation. Tyshawn pictured the creature trying its best to avoid him but failing when a mistake in judgment was made; tripping, falling, exposing itself, allowing the predator to pounce and kill its victim in one swift motion. And finally, once the prey was lifeless, laying there in the silence of defeat and dying breath, its heart pumping the last blood into its veins and cooling body; the killer, the winner, the predator would return and feast, drink his reward and revel in its victory.

He felt a need to relieve himself then, and grabbed his phone. The photos were mixed, some just selfies or with friends, while others professional shots, all gave clear and ample exposure to the young teens amazing body. Stroking himself to a rising hardness Tyshawn could not help himself. Sliding down his shorts to reveal a long, thick and black shaft, the foreskin sliding back over its swollen head. Taking it into hand he continued to browse, pumping himself with obvious lust as he scrolled up and down the feed on his IPhone. Nearing finish he took aim with his eager prick as it exploded before he could stop himself, erupting a thick, creamy gob of cock juice across his lap.






He cleaned himself, tossing his shirt into the back of the Mercury before waiting for her car to arrive at the similar time that it always did.

It was growing ever darker when that pair of headlights beamed a path through the gathering gloom as that familiar beat up old Pontiac roared into the station. Tyshawn shook his head from the daydreams that had possessed him and reached to start the ignition of his car before rolling slowly across the parking lot to merge back onto the empty highway. It was a short drive, his blue tinted 99' Mercury smoothly clocking the miles as he made each turn circling the sleepy rural community. He drove until he was once more pulled up behind the station. The machine slid along the length of the shuttered garage behind the convenience store before stopping directly next to the dumpster's rear exit of the establishment. It was hidden in the darkest corner, being careful not to draw notice to it if he had good fortune.

"Please, Please!" The boy repeated to his unseen patron deity as the vehicle's wheels slowed to a stop, and he killed the engine.

As the light faded into nothingness the first wave of panic arose, a realization that he had committed himself, that there was no turning back and that, "it had come to this," flashed in his mind as he stared vacantly at the stars glowing faintly in the inky darkness above him. There, alone in his thoughts for a long minute or so, he contemplated his life thus far and realized that the life of his sister and her early death, was the greatest event that had ever occurred within it.

The emotions that bubbled below the surface were ever present and weighed heavily on his soul, but the darkness within had made its choice, Tyshawn was to become what Tyshawn was to become. The anger that festered inside his beating chest was to be released, the monster within his heart was going to strike out and claim its prize. It felt no less deniable than the pull of gravity or the warmth of the sun.

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All at once, he returned to his present, removing his mobile and scanning for messages.

"10:38 pm" Tyshawn read the illuminated words across the display, wondering if this late hour in the evening would hinder his plan. With this information now processed into his brain, Tyshawn swung open the drivers-side door, put one foot outside and slipped onto the paved surface. Once out and onto the parking area he gently pushed the door to close. "No sound, no squeaks," the boy thought as he finished shutting the door, and slipped on the nitril gloves that were inside the pouch of his hoody.

Taking slow and quiet steps he inched himself over to the dumpsters located ten paces away. For the entire movement the teenager stayed low, under the sight of the windows of the building and invisible to the vehicles passing in front. Using the trash containers as cover the young man scanned the scene, verifying no customer's were near. Once the area was determined safe from interruption the eighteen year old crept through the shadows, towards his destination, which happened to be the rear of the store and employee entrance.

Approaching from the side of the building and stepping slowly, as with feather feet, Tyshawn emerged upon a wooden picnic table, twenty paces from the back entrance. The table was meant to be a break station or lunch destination, but had been covered in cigarette butts, and food scraps from local wild animals. The man inched a few more steps closer and slipped his fingers underneath the damp wooden bench. A cold shiver coursed throughout his body as his hands clenched the rotten wood, causing the muscles in his shoulders and arms to pulsate and writhe as the teen drew the structure quietly over the bumpy uneven surface, overturning it to make a flush wall against the rear of the business. A tingle rushed down his back, as he tested his barrier, ensuring a measure of protection from prying eyes from the street.

Feeling pleased with the first step complete Tyshawn began to pace like a caged tiger, anxiously awaiting his meal. With a sense of impatience and aggravation, the young teen swore into the air, "Why is nobody leaving?"

Barely able to contain his anxiety, Tyshawn continued to pace and repeatedly check the clock on his phone, counting the minutes slowly passing, knowing that his chance might slip away, and all the hours he had spent planning this day would mean nothing.

Finally, after almost an hour had passed the light over the rear door brightened and the locks clicked. Like the hunter he had envisioned earlier Tyshawn stalked from the corner of the building and ducked between the garbage bin, peering as the rotund black woman from earlier emerged, smoking and chatting into a mobile, blissfully unaware.

She was not his target.

"Well, you just go on, huh? You know what Mindy, I ain't care, yeah? Uh-huh...No, I didn't… that...No, I'm coming right now. No, right now." The woman spoke into the phone as she locked the door behind herself, rambling on the call as she moved across the driveway towards the street and towards the exit, oblivious of the large black shadow awaiting the owner of the Pontiac. She crossed the street and began walking toward the row of apartment buildings.

Tyshawn breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost ten minutes passed and the sky had darkened completely, the stars a dazzling backdrop to the darkness. Only the parking lot remained aglow with the soft lights from the two buildings.

Finally, at 10:53pm, the youth heard the lock on the rear of the gas station open and the creak of the heavy steel door swinging out, making the sharp report of the deadbolt sliding open. As the figure walked out, the dim yellow fluorescence from the single bulb cast an eerie haze and illuminated a dark figure who stood next to the building, hiding in the shadows. Tyshawn crept out of the dark like the tiger he had imagined, swiftly and gracefully, silent and menacing.

Like the faint whistle from a train in the distant, the girl did not hear the sound approaching, but instinctively sensed it, a jittery tingle at the base of her neck, hairs prickled upward and her senses heightened. But Zoe's indifference would prove fatal, she paid no mind and was soon cut off as a massive arm encircled her head and clutched her tightly around the neck and mouth, causing the young woman to buck, shake and jump. She then stopped, after a moment of wriggling, and took in a lung full of her attackers strong masculine cologne.

A shhh could barely be made out of the deep and sinister tone from behind the young woman, vibrating into the soft folds of her ear, as a wet tongue darting across the auricle as it whispered the command. "It's ok," Tyshawn began, as the fear began to grip the poor girl, "Don't scream..." he said in a guttural tone, letting her know there were dire consequences if his will were broken, "I promise I won't hurt you..." he assured, but Zoe struggled and squirmed. The young girl bucked violently against his chest and scratched frantically, trying to rip the fabric away to dig her nails deep, "No matter how bad, you fuckin' behave."

Zoe became stunned by a mixture of fear, horror, adrenaline, and some unknown instinct that suddenly took firm grasp of the teenager and allowed her to grow weak, her struggles stopping as his words echoed inside her ears as a feeling of sudden nervous arousal radiated between her quivering thighs, as though instinctively her body knew what awaited it.

"I'm going to remove my hand, and you will have two seconds to understand how serious I am. After that time I'll give you a hard reminder of how easily your throat can get crushed, got me?"

Zoe tried to nod in comprehension, the skin and sweat from his palm covering her mouth and nostrils.

The young girl's captor relaxed his grip, allowing his hand to slide down and unceremoniously uncover the victim's face. Zoe kept her promise and remained still for a second.

She heard her captor exhale a deep sigh. Then his lips brushed the top of her ear, causing goosebumps to form on her arms. "Mmm..." the man hummed, "What a beautiful girl." His breath warm, and smelling vaguely of smoke. "And you're going to be so obedient." The male laughed.

"Yes, sir..." Zoe gasped, finding herself breathless as her heart hammered uncontrollably.

"Good...now be a good girl and follow orders, you might walk away in one piece, you get me." He warned as his free hand ran lightly over her belly and across her midsection, squeezing a bit harder and eventually disappearing under her light green sweater, fondling one of Zoe's small, firm breasts, eliciting a gasp and squeal of pain and surprise from her parted lips.

"MMMhhhhhh!" Zoe groaned loudly, her chest heaving, heart racing and cheeks a deep crimson shade of scarlet. She squeezed her eyes shut against the assault and winced at the sudden touch of a strange hand pawing her in such a delicate and intimate manner.

"What do you think?" Her attacker continued to taunt, his thumb circling around her already taut nipples as the younger man rolled his hips against Zoe's ass and humped, giving Zoe's breast another grope while he spoke, "Are you gonna be my fuck doll?" He snarled the last question and pinched the sensitive buds of her titties.

Zoe let out a loud whimper and quivered uncontrollably.

"S, Stop....Please."

"Don't worry, little bitch.." He chided, pinching the tender flesh yet again, causing Zoe's knees to wobble and buckle, "Just relax, sweetie... you want to have some fun?" Tyshawn questioned.

With that said Tyshawn bent down and pressed his nose against her slender, trembling shoulder and inhaled. The scent caused him to pause briefly and take another whiff, noticing the perfume or body spray she had been wearing.

"Fuckin' mhm..." Tyshawn sighed as Zoe stiffened, shuddering as her muscles went rigid and tightened reflexively at the stranger's touch, his huge bulge pressing hard against her rear through his jeans. Zoe started breathing ragged and hard, unable to control the shudders.

Tyshawn smirked cruelly at the shudder and smiled when he heard the little girl start crying.

"Don't fight it, Zoe," he spoke softly and gently stroked her waist with both palms. Zoe was now too petrified to even squirm. The sudden awareness that he knew her name made her heartbeat pound frantically inside her chest and sent waves of heat throughout her entire body.

"Shhh..." he comforted. "It's all okay. Everything is fine. We just have some special time together, huh?"



With that reassurance, Tyshawn used one hand to unsnap her jeans and the other to roll down the zipper. He slid them past Zoe's ass and down, leaving the garment piled above her ankles. "That's a good girl," he complimented. "Keep doing just like this."

"Pleassssse...." She pleaded softly between deep sobs. Tyshawn merely pushed her roughly against the siding and ground his hard bulging erection against Zoe's panty-covered behind, relishing her frightened shudders as they emanated up from her trembling lower body and convulsing thighs.

"See? I promised to not to hurt you. This just something that you deserve for all those fuckable pics." He smirked into her nape before leaning in for a quick suckle of her sensitive, smooth-skinned earlobe.

"Please don't..." Zoe cried desperately, sniffling, as his rough cheek rubbed the side of her face and caused her hair to tangle about their necks. "Please.." Her voice broke off and faltered in her throat, tears filling up and rolling over the brims of her eyes to soak the collar of her top.

Tyshawn understood the signs well, comprehending their meaning as though his mind read her own as he continued without stopping, rubbing himself against her while Zoe couldn't fight the tickling feeling she had growing between her thighs.

"This is all for you Zoe, to teach you how much you love black guys, and all the black cock that you can have the pleasure of riding." The stranger snickered and gave a slight thrust to help her gain full understanding. Zoe knew instantly that he was indeed going to rape her.

A flush of embarrassment heated her cheeks when his teasing words hit her, making Zoe's shame burn a whole lot more intense. Yet despite everything, a primordial response was overwhelming her senses. Tyshawn grinned broadly at her inability to speak, obviously proud of his effects on his intended victim, the picture of the perfect bitch in heat.

"Say 'yes' you little whore. You know you want it," The attacker goaded, his fingers creeping below her waist and began kneading Zoe's bare flesh while his hips continued to buck against her plump rump, slapping them roughly as his thumbs continued their motion along Zoe's stomach. Zoe shook her head and her sobs grew louder as she trembled intensely beneath him, whimpering quietly while feeling the raw need radiating from him. It wasn't long till he withdrew himself, causing Zoe to suddenly whimper pitifully.

"It feels like we're ready..."

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"Wh, wh-hat, what the f, fuck!?" Zoe exclaimed when Tyshawn slipped his other hand around and began fondling the young girl's breasts. Zoe realized the stranger was tweaking her hardening nipples between two fingers while his other hand was now tugging down on her panties. She knew, if she fought back any longer she would not only feel intense pain, but the possibility of being disfigured as well.

Her fear was heightened by the possibility that a passerby was to observe her in this state of degradation and she would never live down the experience. Zoe closed her eyes and squeezed her jaw, preparing herself mentally as his strong hands pulled on her undergarments and forced them down to expose her to the night air and his touch. She blushed even further, when her hot pussy was revealed, to an animal of a man and Zoe's juices were left exposed and glistening under the dull bulb.



"Yes..., just like that," Tyshawn approved, groping and stroking Zoe's body while the female felt the cool breeze of the night glide over every inch of bare, tender, young flesh; causing her skin to pebble and become sensitized with a new, foreign sensation. Zoe heard his moan as his fingers began prodding their way inside her folds and moving further upwards, her insides churning as his touch intensified.

He abruptly grabbed her hair and tugged, causing the teen's chin to hit the side of the building, her sobs beginning once again as she closed her eyes. The next few moments were agonizingly long for the little female. The brute simply leaned close, his face now resting against her own, his lips moving slowly towards the young woman's. He lightly kissed her forehead, sending shivers through her body, her knees weak as if the boy were taking complete control over Zoe's mind.

"Now," He instructed and nudged his throbbing hardness right against her tight opening, her silky fluids already soaking her entrance from all the groping, touching and dirty talk. His breath heavy and filled with desire.

"Don't make a sound..."

At once, without warning, Tyshawn impaled himself into the petite girl, penetrating the walls of her delicate,  twat with his full, hard girth, sinking all the way to his balls.

"OOOOOOOoooh, please! FUCK NO!!" she cried, the pungent aroma of her body mingling with his as she cried and howled from the sudden shock, her maidenhood lost to the thickest blackest cock existing in this terrible nightmare.

Zoe thought she might die right there and then, her young pussy stuffed full of the first dick she's ever had. A searing bolt of red-hot pain shot through the virgin girl as her innocence was ripped from her cunt, tearing a scream of agony from the teen until the dark hunk's lips crashed to Zoe's, muffling the tortured cry against his hungry mouth.

Tyshawn held still, allowing the petite bitch to adjust to his incredible thickness for a moment, savoring the pain the little thing was experiencing from him plundering her with his engorged, chocolate log.

The moment hung in the air. His prick impaling her while the stabbing pain radiated in a pulse through her entire body, until slowly, the sensation lessened and morphed into an entirely new feeling... pleasure, pleasure at being brutally forced and taken like an object. And she hated the sudden enjoyment she was discovering in his sexual domination. She was repulsed at her body and it's natural desires to be mated and bred like a good bitch in heat.

Then the moment passed and his fat manhood pushed forward again. The thrusts were powerful, hitting the entrance to Zoe's cervix and grinding against her pussy's walls. Despite herself, and her best efforts to stifle any sounds of pleasure she uttered an involuntary gasp at the sheer sensation and fullness of Tyshawn's girth pumping itself in and out of the soft, wet sheath of her youthful and once untouched pussy.

"See, I knew you would come around," the perverted beast declared, punctuating his thoughts by forcefully slamming his hip against hers, hammering the back of her pussy and making Zoe shudder in terror and unwanted lust. Her own juices dripping down her leg as she succumbed to the helpless dread of being unable to stop Tyshawn's bludgeoning erection ripping her tender snatch apart.

"No, NO, no, NO, stop, please, ohhh god..." the broken words were whimpered from the debased teenager, her head moving in an involuntary nod to each word, affirming his point as her hips jolted from the piston-like motion he was applying. And he didn't stop, only a huge smile appearing across his face as one arm snaked around the slender waist and locked her torso in place, the other holding her tightly around her neck and restricting the ability to move.

Tyshawn buried himself deep into Zoe's violated pussy, grunting and ramming her against the hard surface as hard as he could manage. The brick abrading her flawless complexion, blemishing her chest and face with tiny abrasions as Tyshawn banged into her, but she hardly noticed this source of pain, her screams reduced to whimpered gasps and squeals as her asshole was taken next.



"Good little whore, ughhh fuck yes..." Tyshawn managed to utter, savoring the taunt knot of muscle spasming around his cock head, sweat glistening in the harsh light over the pair. Zoe didn't reply, her voice simply crying out from the intense waves of agony coursing through her system, every thrust sending her heart skipping a beat as his black log beat into her again, and again, and again, stretching and tormenting the petite teenager now taking a man in that forbidden place.

"See," he said calmly, almost in a whispered tone. "See how much you enjoy your rapist fucking you hard and putting you in your place."

And suddenly, just like the brutal invasion of his huge black weapon the young woman was orgasming, a rush of euphoria flooding her being as the shaft battered and penetrated her core. She could feel her muscles contracting around the invading member, gripping it hard, her body betraying Zoe and sending the young girl into an insane world of darkness and ecstasy, as a warm coil springing loose; she thrashed, struggled, and fucked back as hard as she could, despite the shame and conscious urge not to. Her head slammed into the building and her entire body erupted in spasm.

"FUUCCCKK! No, No, No, NO, NO, no, no, no, NONONONNONOOOOOOOO!!!!" The girl howled as Tyshawn tightened the grip around her neck and proceeded to impale her deeper, making her moan. She couldn't understand why she was feeling such bliss and that she couldn't believe how wet she was, she wanted to take this vile act so badly. She tried to suppress another impending, and even stronger orgasm that had come without warning. Her mind was sent reeling by the perversity of her thoughts. The pain returned, followed by an incredible and satisfying explosion of relief.

"Yes. Give in to that, that's right, bitch, cum and scream!"

"Oh, Gawwwwd..." she bawled, her breath escaping her.

"I think we found your new spot." The monster chuckled softly and she wished that he wasn't so close so that he didn't have to hear how excited she sounded, but that thought quickly evaporated with the thrusting motion and the manhandling. His thick shaft was still digging hard inside of her bowels, causing her to build up for the next climax. It came so quickly, without warning that it had felt like Zoe could see stars, bursting into a white light, her entire body contracting, trembling and convulsing until she nearly blacked out.

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Next gem on this board
Love how Tyshawn plays with Zoe
Merit when possible
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Her cries had changed to panting and grunting from the continued ass pounding, her hips canting slightly against the man behind her while trying desperately not to let her legs collapse. But she didn't have control, Tyshawn's movements, increasing rapidly, forced their bodies to crash harder and harder together as his hands found their way to Zoe's narrow waist to secure a tight hold of the young teenager and dig into her naked flesh.

"What a beautiful whore!"

Her hips slammed forward and bucked wildly against the assault, she had no control anymore and neither did the hulking stranger. This time, Tyshawn let out a growl and she felt him tighten up inside and fill her rear chute full of his seed.

Zoe kept still as his release left him in waves, still gasping in the aftermath of her own final orgasm. She dared not move or utter a sound, afraid the boy would react harshly or physically, not sure what was going to come after Tyshawn's ultimate physical fulfillment, but in her own mind she had prepared for the worst.

The grip he had on her waist slackened enough that her hips dropped several inches and Zoe became painfully aware of his tool buried in her bottom and the pulsations that had felt so amazing during their lovemaking became an annoying ache in her sore rectum. Zoe was worried he wouldn't want to leave her body anytime soon, the thought drawing a low moan as the realization that she was still completely exposed sent a shudder of humiliation through her.

"Don't run. Your ass belongs to me, got that?"



There was no escaping, for tonight she was his property, a fucktoy for a filthy brute that didn't care if the teenager was enjoying their session or not. The thought sent a chill though Zoe's exhausted mind, thinking that she had somehow caused herself to be a willing victim. Her pride destroyed, she spread her legs, the semen dribbling down her inner thighs, and complied with his command with her relaxed body.

Tyshawn couldn't believe his good luck as he surveyed the teen. He stood above her as she knelt, head resting on her arms folded against the wall of the convenience store, age was in complete awe of how fucking great and perfect Zoe looked, half naked and shivering. Especially in the parking lot in front of the old garage. He was silent, not speaking, not touching, but just admiring his trophy and conquest.

"You look so beautiful, so pure, so helpless," Tyshawn admired aloud to his half prone victim, a silly grin stretched across his wide mouth.

Listening to him, Zoe finally regained her senses. Shaking the blur out her sight and catching her ragged breath, the teen reached for her panties and jeans, to dress quickly and dart away, far from the vicinity, and possibly hide somewhere no one else could ever find her. She couldn't believe how drained and overwhelmed her mind, body and soul had become in such a short amount of time.

But her efforts were delayed, thwarted as a thick, brown arm circled the young women's thin neck, and hauled her upwards to his height, pressing Zoe against his bulky chest as she realized this brute of a boy wasn't nearly done.

"I hope you don't think I was finished with you just yet." He grinned wickedly, placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of her ear and lightly nipping the earlobe. Zoe swallowed thickly.

He pulled Zoe's panties from her weak grip, only for them to be hurled into the blackness of the trees surrounding the building.

Fear in her eyes, both pupils grew large.

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This story is great but I have one suggestion to you ... I would immediately be removing the reference to her "underage twat" before an admin sees it and removes the entire story!

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Ty!

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Fear in her eyes, both pupils grew large.

just as mine, looking at this adorable butt
Desperatly waiting for you to continue
your addicted fan

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"I hope you don't think I was finished with you just yet."
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I´m still interested in what he might have in store for Zoe

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I hope to continue one day soon!

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I hope to continue one day soon!

I'm hoping you do. I look forward to reading more.

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The old sedan had rattled along the country road as Zoe hurried to work, late again. Only 19 she had recently accepted a new job as a clerk at a country gas station just on the edge of town, her shift beginning late afternoon and usually ending at the late hour of midnight. It was a somewhat grueling schedule, but Zoe endured the inconvenient times. She would leave work, heading home by car and avoiding any unnecessary walking or standing on public transportation.

It wasn't her choice, she just never liked having to use a bus. Because that meant people, and there were far too many people for her liking. It had never been easy to maintain eye contact and engage in mundane conversations with just anybody. Especially men, and especially any strangers who'd look or stare at her the way they did, and it would be another one of those late nights, Zoe thought as she slipped into the back of the store to find her locker, she could imagine the dark faces looking at her on a cramped seat.

Zoe hated having to walk around in the dark, either early in the morning or late at night, but for a little while now she had felt that presence following her, lurking behind or nearby. It frightened her, yet there was an excitement to it too. The thrill of anticipation whenever her young, leggy figure was trespassed upon was overwhelming. So much so that Zoe found it difficult not to bend over suggestively whenever she sensed the presence. And though her pulse would quicken in the darkness, and her mind would wonder what horrors she might face if caught, there would always be that strange pull drawing her gaze to a different fate, and the perversion of being attacked and dragged off somewhere, forcing her to accept any abomination the stranger demanded.

"Hello? Earth to Zoe? Are you in there?!"

She was working at the checkout and jumped a mile, immediately pulling her small hand back from the girl's outstretched finger clicking loudly in her face, "Damnit Tiff!"

"No no, none of that damn shit. What are you doing?"

Tiffany rolled her brown eyes, putting the offending digit, with a perfectly shaped, red polish coated fingernail back into her open mouth.

The older and shorter, stout black woman was always on Zoe in moments like these, she seemed to have a sense for when the younger woman was pre-occupied and drifting off, daydreaming about god knew what. Zoe had always preferred the dark skinned lady's company at work, they had grown quite close, bonding and spending most of their breaks talking.

Zoe was tired and spent a little less than a minute stuttering, fiddling her fingers and looking everywhere except directly into Tiff's narrowing brown iris' and accusatory glare, before realizing that she could not lie or sidestep her way past.

"Sorry Tiff... Just a little distracted."

"Ahuh, uh huh! Honey, I know you, and whatever you thinking ain't just being a little distracted. You like you not even here at all sometimes, some place in your head."
Zoe ignored her. There was a chime at the entrance, and a black car pulled into a bay outside. Zoe's lips drew a hard, thin line at the familiar shape, recognizing it instantly.
Tiff frowned as she regarded her pretty, young colleague, whose wide orbs were riveted upon the bay window, which faced out onto the parking area of the country store, then back.

"Oh shit," Zoe sighed, feeling herself go cold and her insides sinking as Tiff craned to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching. Zoe said nothing.

"Damn, is that him? Baby that hunk! That is him, huh? Well damn, shit! Oooh lawdy!" Tiff squeaked.

"Yeah, it's him."

Tiffany simply raised her eyebrows. They remained watching as the massive form emerged and strolled lazily towards the entrance. As it came towards Zoe she couldn't take her eyes from its heavy, swinging arms and bulky shoulders. Tyshawn was intimidating for many reasons, not least the sheer size of him and his heavily muscled frame and gait.
"You stay clear of that one though, Zoe, that boy is boy trouble!"

But her warning was lost on the quiet brunette, Zoe heard none of it, her eyes locked ahead as a giant smiled as his shadow cast across their faces through the plate glass. Tiff saw the little female shudder, her bright blues narrowing to a fine blue hue, the pigment of her supple flesh glowing an alluring pink. The senior female smirked, watching the light twinkle in the teenagers eye, and couldn't help herself, adding, "You ain't want none of that hood trouble, baby. No ma'am! Mm mmmm."
Tyshawn stepped up and propped his wide body over the counter, staring at the pretty and older teen as he casually dropped several packs of bubble gum on the surface, grinning mischievously as his wide teeth displayed between his parted lips.

"C'mon, give me that." he grinned.

Zoe threw him a disapproving, furtive glance, as Tiff took the cash. He had come in so many times these last few months, and Zoe could not help but feel a strange heat well up from her lower abdomen each time his imposing frame and his smell appeared and flooded her senses.

"Remember what I tell you, girl. You ain't want none of that boy!" Tiffany's voice called from below as his figure strayed back towards his car.

"Right," Zoe stammered as she watched his ass, remembering all too well the first time he'd made her cum in her fantasies. She waited until the roar of his engine had faded and turned, but not before noticing the obvious wink the girl was giving. Zoe felt herself blush, "Shut up, you, seriously. And anyway, Tiff...did you see the way that dude is built!?"
"Shit yeah, baby," she was shaking her head. "But boys like that dangerous, you ain't want nothing he gone involved with."

"What does that mean?" Zoe frowned, coming around the counter and sweeping a few bits of spilled confectionery into her small palm, throwing her older co-worker a sidelong look, but her fellow was still watching the disappearing rear end.

"Girl, look at him, not the body but his hands, his shoes, and look at the expensive gold watch."

"What?"

"I've seen enough gang bangers to know them things. Oh yeah, definitely one a' them, gold chain wearing ass clowns."
"You think?"

"Uh huh..."

Tiffany looked closely into the teen's face. Was there a hint of fear or doubt at being alone with such a character. Maybe a little, but the little brunette girl quickly cast her eyes from Tiffany. It was her turn to raise a sassy eyebrow as Zoe's cheeks colored a shade deeper.

Zoe, she thought. You have no idea about boys. That smile. That full smile was not an innocent one, and I was trying to warn her. She couldn't imagine, let alone comprehend the wicked intentions he had for her, the dark plan the muscle bound man had planned for that poor teenage slut.

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