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 Banging Bree Collins

   Bree, what a big mistake.  Parking your car in the back of the lot, so
you can get out easier.  You just made my work a lot less difficult.  I
await Ms.  Collins as she interviews in the mall.  I've been awaiting this
opportunity for a while, and I am ready to execute the assault.  All the
stuff I need is in my car, and I've parked next to her, awaiting her
return. I see her long red mane fast approaching.  She has blue eyes and
full lips, just as I remembered her in high school.  Her 36D tits are
hidden behind a tight black turtleneck, over which she is wearing a navy
blue pullover dress hiding her 5'11" athletic frame.  The dress has straps
over her shoulders and runs knee length, and is pretty loose.  Her long
legs appear to go on forever, accented by a pair of black tights which end
in her black plain loafer type shoes.

   I doubt she will remember who I am, at least at first, so the element of
surprise will be on my side.  She approaches her black Toyota and fumbles
with her keys out of a small purse she is carrying.  Bree doesn't even
notice me exit my car, and is beginning to insert her keys into the lock in
the door.  Stealthily, I quickly reach up and wrap one hand around Bree's
mouth, preventing her from screaming as I shove my 9mm handgun into her
back as I swing her towards my car.  I shove her forward hard, Bree still
in shock from the initial attack.  She is slammed against my car door, and
the wind is briefly knocked from her lungs.

   This gives me the opportunity to slip a pair of handcuffs from my
pocket. I release my grip on her mouth, using my body to pin her against
the car and knowing she can't scream when she's struggling just to breath.
I quickly cuff her hands behind her back, not encountering any resistance,
too my surprise.  Maybe the force of the assault really did surprise her.
Not a word had been spoken between us, but Bree understood the meaning of
the weapon in her back.  She had gone to school in D.C., a city with a
crime rate that was reaching astronomical proportions, and a school where
each girl was taught not to resist a gun on her first day in the residence
halls.  I replace the hand over her mouth, knowing she is beginning to
regain her strength and breath.  All of this has taken less then 10
seconds, and with the mall lot empty in this section, I had more than
enough time.  Quickly, I open the rear door to my car, really a rented Ford
Sports Utility Vehicle and push her stomach first inside.  I run the
seatbelt around her already bound forearms, before buckling it underneath
her.  I had already turned on the child safety locks and slammed the door
shut.  Bree tried to kick at me as the door slammed, her first attempt at
any resistance, but it was useless.  Walking over to her car I picked up
her purse and took keys, making sure her door was still locked.  I then
return to the driver seat of my Expedition, and start the motor.  I proceed
to back out and drive away.  About 2 minutes later I hear the first
mumbling from the back seat.  "Why are you doing this?" Bree asks.  "Cause
I want to," is my reply as I stop at a traffic light.  Bree turns her head,
getting her first good look at me, because her abduction had happened so
fast.  She recognizes my face, but it takes several long minutes before she
figures out who I am.

   "You son of a bitch!" I hear as I turn onto the parkway, quickly putting
distance between us and the site of her taking.  "Why me?  I never did
anything to you in High School.  You should be doing this to someone like
Stacy Ross, someone who actually turned you down, John." Bree comments,
trying to lecture me, as she uses my name for the first time.  "On the
contrary, Ms.  Collins...you did everything with that athletic body of
yours but what every guy at our school wanted," I use as my rebuttal, as I
proceed to our planned destination.  "You sick bastard!" Bree spits out, as
I exit the parkway at the Lake State Park exit.  "I might be, but right now
I'm calling the shots, and I said shut up!" I reply, as she begins to get
me angry, at her retorts.  I pick up the gun and waive it at her.

   "What are you gonna do with me anyway?" Bree asks, as I turn into a
remote lot at the end of the park road, and begin to drive my 4x4 up a dirt
road.  "For me too know and you to experience, my dear friend...it wouldn't
be much of a surprise if I told you know would it?" I ran the Expedition up
a hill, following the dirt trail slowly.  Bree, although familiar with
where the park was, was completely lost as to her surroundings.  She was
too busy trying to undo her bonds to notice her location anyway.  Stopping
about a mile from where we left the paved roads, I cut the engine and
exited the vehicle.  I took my keys and keys and slammed the door shut. 
The location we were stopped at was at the base of a small hill deep, in
the woods.  The ground was dry and hard, and was littered with debris from
the huge pine trees, which occupied most of the woods in the 1,200-acre
park.  I had scouted this spot before and knew the landscape well.  I open
the rear door, and immediately she begins to kick and scream.  I wasn't
worried and was frankly turned on by the screaming, but her chance of
accidentally kicking something important was increasing by the second. 
Pointing the gun at her I calmly tell her to stop being foolish.

   Bree, not seeing an alternative, complies with my demand, and I grab a
piece of rope from the floor and quickly tie her ankles together.  She begs
me not to hurt her, but her blue eyes show a look of defeat as she begins
to realize that I hold all the cards.  I untie her hands from the seatbelt.

   Grabbing her legs firmly, I yank her hard and she slides firmly out of
the seat.  Bree yelps as she looses her balance on the seat and falls to
the ground with a thump.  I laugh at her and she begins to feel helpless.

   Thanking god I was lifting weights lately, I slam the rear door shut and
roll Ms.  Collins over, so she is on her back.  I begin to drag her up the
hill one her back, the rough ground digging into her hands ties behind her
back, as the pine cones start to penetrate her clothing.  Thankfully for
her, she is wearing a pretty thick top, and it rips only slightly as she is
dragged up the hill.

   Shortly we arrive at the top of the small hill, which overlooks the
lake. It is now about 6:40 p.m., and the sun won't be setting on this hill
for over two hours.  Plenty of time I think as drag my victim to the area I
prepared yesterday.  There are several stakes in the area and a hammer
surrounding a big pine tree at the top of the hill.  I force Bree to her
feet, and let her look at the surroundings.  Moving behind her tall body, I
whisper into her ear, confirming her worst fear about the situation, "Bet
you've never been fucked in such a beautiful place."

   Bree shook her head but didn't say anything, knowing that my gun was
inches away from her head.  Suddenly, I kick her in the back of the shins,
forcing her to loose her balance with her ankles bound, and she falls hard
to the ground, unable to break the fall.  Again she has the wind knocked
out of her, and I have twice showed her that her tall size has no bearing
on this situation.  While she is again trying to recover her breath, I
uncuff her hands and roll her onto her back, spreading her out.  Pulling
her arms over her head, I tie them together with some rope, and then bind
the rope tightly to the base of the tree.

   Now that she is not going anywhere, I grab two of the metal stakes,
tying one to each of her ankles.  Bree begins to shake her legs, but I
swift punch her to her midsection quieting her for the necessary time.  I
take the hammer, and drive each stake into the ground, securing the
22-year-old spread eagle on the ground.

   Looking at her bound and spread body, I leave the scene and return down
the hill to my truck.  I remove a large toolkit from the cargo area, along
with some more rope and electrical cord.

   Returning not three minutes later, I find my victim still tightly
secured on the ground, her writs raw from where she obviously has tried to
work herself free of her bonds.  I place the toolkit next to her and kneel
beside her, running my hands over her bound body.  Bree is powerless to
stop my caress and she closes her eyes in silent submission.

   I reach into my toolkit and withdraw a rather large and menacing hunting
knife.  Gently slapping Bree to gain her attention, I wave the knife in
front of her face.  "See the sharp blade?  Be glad it will only be used on
your clothing my dear, for if you do anything foolish it might need to be
tested on your skin." I warn her, looking deep into those seductive blue
eyes.  Moving the knife downwards, I slice the straps of her blue dress,
and pull the fabric down.  Bree only moans softly now as I strip her
defeated body of its last layer of protection.  The blade soon finds the
collar of her black turtleneck and slices downward along the arms and then
the torso, shredding the thick article of clothing in mere seconds.  I grab
the remaining threads and yank hard, ripping the turtleneck from her body
and revealing her big, full tits encased only in a thin, lacey black bra.

   Bree feels my rough hands grip her proud breasts and she grunts in
displeasure, not risking any more formal protest.  My fingers grip her
nipples through the thin material and I pull hard on them, causing her to
moan.  The knife once again hovers over her chest, this time finding the
straps on her bra.  Quickly several cuts are made in the lacy fabric, and
again I pull hard, ripping the last layer of defense from Bree's jugs.

   Her 36-inch D-cup tits now revealed to the cool evening air, Bree takes
a deep breath, willing herself to stay alive.  As she feels her nipples
harden, and watches my gaze at her well-proportioned chest, Bree says a
silent prayer, asking god to let her live through the night.  She had no
idea she might live to regret that prayer.  Pinching her erect pink nipples
between my fingers, I pull her tits outward, stretching the soft milky
white tit flesh.  I twist the nubs hard, causing Bree to audibly gasp in
pain.  I release her nipples and stand up, causing her to wonder what is
now in store.  Her curiosity is short lived, however as she hears my zipper
open.  Bree turns her head, to see me drop my jeans and step out of my
underwear.  My thick large dick is revealed to her, and she is shocked by
its size.  She would have never guessed I was that well equipped.  Bree is
not surprised when I kneel over her chest, my thick cock dangling in her
face.  "See what you have done, slut?" I quip at her; "It is so hard, all
for you Bree."

   While it is not the largest prick Bree has ever dealt with, the lack of
control she had over the situation did scare her.  Bree's experience with
large cocks was not very numerous, but the few times she had dealt with
them, she had always had some sort of control.

   Kneeling between her smooth tits, I once again grip the exposed flesh.
As she looks at my prick intently, I slide it easily into the valley
between her knockers.  Squeezing her firm breasts together I slide my cock
between the globes, giving Bree a nice tit fucking.  Never having had this
done to her before, my victim is surprised by the involuntary leaking of
her pussy juices.

   I thrust my hard prick in the tight crevice, roughly pushing her tit
meat around my cock.  Bree turns her head sideways as my cock nears her
pretty face on each stroke, and soon it is banging against her chin.  The
warmth of her breasts feels incredible, and soon I stop the tit fucking for
some more serious action.  Bree feels me release her tits, and fears what
is coming next.  I squat forward, moving my blood-engorged tool closer to
her face.  Grabbing my knife in one hand and the back of her head with my
other, I press my cock against her full red lips.  "Open wide honey, time
to show your skills." I tell her pressing my knife against her throat. 
"And don't even think about using those teeth, or I'll open you a new
hole."

   Looking at me with her blue eyes, Bree reluctantly parts her lips, and I
shove my cock into her warm mouth.  Putting the knife back down, I grab her
head tightly with both hands and begin to slowly fuck Bree's oral cavity. I
move the first couple of inches slowly in and out of her warm lips, and to
my slight surprise Bree begins to use some suction and rubs her tongue
against the underside of my thick prick.  I guess she figures it will go
quicker if she participates.

   Holding her head tightly, I slam the full length of my tool down her
throat, surprising Bree.  She struggles to breathe underneath me, as her
only source of oxygen is suddenly cut off.  My penis throbs as her throat
contracts, trying to grasp much needed air.  Before she passes out I
withdraw my cock from her throat, letting her gasp for air.  Bree's
reprieve is short lived however as I thrust my tool back down against her
tonsils.  Again the 22-year-old thrashes as her air supply is cut off.  I
repeat this several times, before picking up a steady rhythm fucking her
mouth.  My cock starts just inside her lips and drives deep into her
throat, and then withdraws.  Her jaws ache as her mouth is stretched wide
to accommodate my thick cock.

   I work my prick in and out of her warm mouth, the sound of my balls
slapping against Bree's chin each time I force her to deep throat me
filling the cool air.  She gags violently each time I fill her throat with
man meat, turning my on even more.  After several minutes my prick throbs
deep in her gullet and both of us know what is about to happen.  "You know
what to do with my load bitch." I grunt at Bree grabbing her head tighter
then ever.  Feeling the first spurt of hot cum travel the length of my
cock, I withdraw my prick to just inside her lips, and began shooting my
load of sperm into Bree's warm mouth.  My balls shake as they fire my thick
cum, and she tries to swallow my seed as fast as possible.  The head of my
rod throbs as the salty jism runs past her tongue and down her well-fucked
throat.

   My cock pumps its full load into Ms.  Collins's mouth, and she is forced
to taste and swallow it all.  Being a sorority girl in college, she has
given many blowjobs and her previous oral encounters serve her well as only
a small amount of my juice leaks from her mouth and down her chin.

   Withdrawing my spent cock from Bree's hot mouth, I slap her tits,
playfully.  "That was just a warm-up baby.  Time to see what naughty Bree
has left to bare." I whisper into her ear as I stand up.  I again grab my
trusty knife, and begin to slice through Bree's dress.  The thin material
yields to the sharp blade, and I remove the material from her body.  Left
clad only in her black tights and her black lace bikini panties, Bree
begins to feel the coolness of the spring evening.

   Taking the knife, I slice downward, shredding the crotch of her tights.
Noticing a damp patch on her panties at the junction of Bree's muscular
thighs, just over her pussy, I run my finger over her panty-covered pubes.
Sure enough she is slightly wet, much to both of our surprise.  "See, you
really do want this." I tell her, slipping the blade her panties.  Bree
yelps in frustration as I slice the panties, and peel back the thin
material, revealing her smooth fresh 22-year-old pussy, a small patch of
well-trimmed red hair just above the lips.  As I slice the panties from her
body and throw them to the side, I stare at the sweet prize just in front
of me, my cock hardening quickly.

   "Please...don't..." Bree begs in much softer voice most men have never
heard before, as my fingers spread her cunt lips and I inspect my conquest
closely.  Her pink insides are bared to my view as the bit of juices she
has secreted already, allow me to push a finger into her depths.  Bree
moans involuntarily at the penetration of her most private parts.  I begin
to jab the finger in and out of her soft vagina, rubbing the insides. 
Quickly a second finger is added, and Bree's hips begin to rise, much to
her humiliation.  Not wanting Ms.  Collins to enjoy this predicament, I
withdraw the fingers before her excitement reaches its peak.  I reach into
my endless toolkit, and withdraw several lengths of fishing line.  Bree
cannot possibly imagine what I am about to use it for.  Reaching up and
grabbing her left tit by the base, I squeeze her breast hard and pull the
soft flesh upwards, stretching her tit meat from her chest.  Looping the
line around the base of her extended tit, I pull the fishing line tightly,
until it begins to dig hard into the flesh.  As Bree moans in pain, I begin
to wrap the line around her tit.  The tough cord, meant to reel up 40-pound
fish is no match for her soft meat and it digs deep into her.  Her flesh is
caught in the line, and I tie the line about midway up her breast.  This
causes the remaining part of Bree's breast to bulge outward, and turn
slightly blue from being deprived of all its oxygen.  Her nipple also
bulges slightly under the pressure.  I repeat this procedure on her other
tit, much to Bree's dismay.  Her jugs are now tightly tied, and I
demonstrate their increased sensitivity by pinching her nipples hard.  Bree
grunts loudly as her bulging nips are twisted painfully.  By this time cock
has regained its full capacity and it is time to show my captive the true
reason for abduction.  Kneeling between her milky white spread legs, my
hard prick probes at the entrance to Bree's soft insides.  I reach down and
begin to knead her sexy athletic thighs through her tights as I rub my cock
against her pussy smooth lips.  Bree braces for the inevitable penetration,
knowing she is powerless to stop the assault on her most private parts. 
Looking into her pretty yet defeated eyes, my fingers join my member at the
entrance to her cunt.  Plying her soft lips open between my fingers, Bree
feels the head of my thick prick slip into her wetness.  I am surprised by
her dampness, but it only makes my job easier.  Grabbing her hips tightly,
I slam the full length of my cock hard into the deep recesses of her tight
cooze, stopping only when my tip hits her womb.

   Bree feels the warmth of my meat deep inside her belly.  Despite her
numerous intercourse experiences during the later part of High School, and
college, this is the first time she has felt a bare prick, not covered in a
condom, in her cunt.  I pull my cock out slowly, enjoying the warmth of
soft flesh on my rod.  Again I slam into her hard and deep, and Bree moans
in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

   Leaning forward, I begin a steady slow motion of fucking her pussy with
deep hard strokes, slamming my full length all the way in, then
withdrawing. I look at her sweat covered faced, and put my lips to hers,
forcing my tongue into her mouth as my cock slams into her cervix once
more. My tongue dance in her mouth and I taste a slight bitterness from my
cum in her oral cavity.

   Moving my mouth from hers, I begin to quicken my thrusts into Bree's
tight cunt hole.  I shorten my strokes, now only withdrawing my cock
halfway as I rotate my hips with each penetration, grinding my member
against her soft insides.  Surprising my captive, I slap her tit hard as I
drive deep into her, causing Bree to scream for the first, but not last
time.

   Bree feels my thick hard cock stretching her pussy, her soft cunt lips
wrapped tightly around me.  I look into her sexy blue defeated eyes as I
dominate her, her arousal building despite the circumstances.  Her cooze
juices freely now, and my prick pushes up against the delicate entrance to
her womb with every conquering stroke.

   I begin to punch my cock into her sex harder and harder, as Bree grunts
with each powerful thrust.  Feeling her cunt begin to tighten, I know what
is coming, as her grunts get louder.  Moving a hand down between her
thighs, I rub her clit while continuing to pound her with hard strokes. 
Bree closes her eyes as the small orgasm rushes through her.  Shaking
against her bonds, I feel the unwanted waves of pleasure coarse through her
body, her tits shaking in their bondage.

   Bree's cunt tightens around my cock as her orgasm subsides.  Her face
turns flush with embarrassment, and she knows that I enjoyed forcing her to
climax, something very few men have been able to accomplish.  With her
orgasm out of the way, I plow her even more forcefully.  "Here it comes,
Bree!  Take my sperm!" I shout.

   My balls tighten as my second load begins to travel toward her belly. 
Planting my prick against Bree's womb, my hot sperm splashes against her
cervix.  Ms.  Collins closes her eyes in defeat as I empty inside of her
without protection.  She feels spurt after spurt of my potent jizm fill her
tight hole for the first time.

   Feeling my balls empty, I slowly withdraw, pulling my softening prick
from her belly.  I watch a small bit of white sperm leak from her
overfilled cunt as I pull out, my cock spent for the time being.  However,
Bree has no clue that her ordeal is far from over.

   I look down at her bound, naked body and smile at her helplessness. 
Bree Collins, High School goddess and the picture of a pure athletic
figure, now completely at my mercy.  A small sheen of sweat has formed over
her milky white skin, as I stand up over her.  Bree cannot help but be
impressed by my ability to totally dominate her strong body, including
forcing her to climax before filling her belly with sperm.

   I untie her legs from the stakes, and despite her urge to kick me, her
energy is depleted.  Grabbing her wrists with one hand, I untie them as
well.  Picking up the knife once again with my other hand, I order Bree to
her knees in front of me.  Pushing her wrists behind her to the small of
her back, I retie them tightly, forcing her to arch backwards slightly. 
Her tightly bound tits strain up, and the look on her face tells me this is
not comfortable for Bree.

   The fishing line has dug deeply into her large boobs, causing red
bruises against the white flesh at their base.  The breasts have turned a
dark purple, and her nipples have become large and distended.  I flick each
nipple causing Bree to yelp as a sharp pain courses through them.

   I tie her ankles together in this position, before binding her wrists to
the ankle ropes, leaving her bent at a 45 degree ankle backward.  Her sight
is cutoff as a bandana from the kit is wrapped around her head,
blindfolding her.  Bree struggles in vain however, when I force her mouth
open and stuff a soft rubber ball inside, gagging her.

   What Bree does not know, is that attached to the black rubber ball gag
stuffed in her mouth is a pump, allowing me to expand the rubber and
stretch her mouth wide open, as well as a valve to deflate the gag.  Right
now the gag is only inflated enough to remain securly between her lips. 
Leaving her for several anxious moments, I work on some surprises from my
tool kit.

   I quietly approach her, taking pictures of her bound, blindfolded and
gagged body to blackmail her with later.  She only hears the wind whistle
in the trees as I snap pictures of the scene from multiple angles,
including one picture of her cunt, dripping with my sperm taken from only 2
feet away.  When my roll of film is finished, I return the camera to the
kit, with Bree none the wiser.

   About ten minutes after I gagged her, Bree hears the first unnatural
sound.  However, the swish of the air being cut through just inches away
gives her only a brief second to prepare.  Agony rips through her left tit
not more then a thought later, as my spiked whip slams into the bound
flesh, striking just above her nipple.  She shakes in her bonds as her
scream is muffled significantly by the rubber, reducing the noise to a
significant grunt.  Three more strokes of the whip follow quickly, each
eliciting a satisfying grunt as the pain engulfs her breast.

   Switching to the other bound tit, I repeat the blows, four hard strikes
of the metal spiked leather slamming painfully into the top of Ms. 
Collins's right boob.  The tight bondage magnifies the agony she feels from
each evil stoke of the whip.  I reach down and squeeze her tits painfully
together, observing the red welts against the dark purple the loss of blood
as caused them to become.  As I roughly fondle her chest meat, I surprise
Bree by pumping more air into the gag, now just slightly bulging her
cheeks.

   Stepping back, I raise the whip again.  This time it is Bree's smooth
stomach that suffers as the sharp spikes dig in, and the hard leather
connects with her flesh.  Again she shakes with pain, but her recovery time
is cut short as I quickly flick the whip upwards, catching the underside of
her right tit.  Bree's scream is muffled by the pump gag as I beat the whip
into the base of her tits repeatedly, alternating breasts.

   A big welt begins to form after several minutes, and I am aware that the
pain is about to overwhelm Bree.  Deep bruise marks are evident against the
red welts covering her tits where the sharp metal spikes cut into her
flesh. Proud of my work, I snap another roll of film into the camera and
capture Bree's tortured chest forever.

   After a few minutes, Ms.  Collins's heavy breathing has begun to return
to normal and I deem her ready to continue.  Untying her wrists from her
ankles, I lean Bree forward onto her hands.  Grabbing the stakes I used
earlier, I untie Bree's ankles, spreading her thighs wide open.  Retying a
short length of rope connecting each ankle to a stake, I hammer the stakes
into the ground.

   With her now secured on her hands and knees, I roll a nearby log
underneath Bree.  The log is slightly longer than she is, but the width
fits tightly between her bound thighs, and her breasts just barely scrape
against the top of the log when she holds her weight up on her hands.  I
secure her wrists to the other set of stakes with slightly longer pieces of
rope, allowing her the choice of holding her weight up with her hands flat
on the ground, or resting her arms on the ground, thereby causing her bound
and bruised breasts to be squeezed between her chest and the rough surface
of the log.

   Kneeling behind her, I can see most of my sperm has dripped down onto
the shredded tights covering her thighs.  Roughly, I begin to pull and
pinch Bree's cunt lips, spreading her delicate privates open again.  Her
pussy flesh is very sensitive from the earlier fucking, and the gag muffles
her moans of discomfort.  Slowly, I slide first one and then two fingers
into her cunt.  Bree drops to her forearms at the rough penetration of my
fingers, and her nipples scrape against the wood.

   Surprising Bree, I slide a third finger into her cunt, stretching her
open.  I can feel her muscles begin to strain as I spread my fingers,
followed quickly by the addition of a fourth finger.  She tries to shake
her hips away, but she succeeds only in bruising her thighs against the
log. I begin to jab my hand in and out of Bree's cunt box as my thumb rubs
her clit hard.

   She is helpless to avoid the painful stretching of her vagina as I slide
my thumb in and as well, making a fist in her sexhole.  I call Bree all
kinds of dirty names as I fist fuck her, only the cum pooled inside her
preventing me from tearing though her cervix or pussy walls.  I batter her
cooze with sudden, hard jabs of the fist, each one yielding a grunt from
the helpless Bree.

   After several minutes of fisting her, my wrist tires from the pressure
of her pussy.  I stand up and walk around front of her, grabbing the pump
for the gag.  Knowing that what is about to happen will cause Bree
excruciating pain, and I want as much silence as possible.  I pump the gag
to its limit, until my victim's cheeks are bulging and her jaw is stretched
to its max.  No sounds can be heard from her except the small amount of air
going in and out of her nose.

   Walking back behind Bree, I can see her once tight cunt hole is still
spread open.  I pick up my whip and strike her ass several times with short
flicks of my wrist.  Once her ass is nice and red, I am ready to begin
Bree's final torture, for I have saved the best for last.

   Reaching into my tool kit one more time, I withdraw what appears to be a
very thick 8" long metal dildo.  What Bree cannot see, is the two lead
wires with large clamps running from its blunt end, next to a third wire
with a red button attached.  Without delay, I plunge the metal intruder
into her open vagina, making sure the tip is firmly imbedded inside her,
against her cervix.

   Leaving Bree for several moments, I travel back down to my truck. 
Opening the back, I grab a spare heavy duty 12 volt car battery and carry
it back up the hill.  When I return to Bree, not more than 5 minutes she is
still in the same predicament.  Maybe she thought I had left.  If so, she
is in for a rude awakening.

   Without making a sound which might alert Bree to my return, I clamp the
two lead wires to the battery terminals.  Grabbing the trigger wire, I
stand behind her raised tail.  My cock is fully erect and raging at the
thought of the final conquest of Bree Collins's defenseless body.

   Bree knows something is amiss when she feels my hands on her butt as I
lean forward, spreading her asscheeks.  However, nothing in the 22
year-olds life, not even what she has gone through today, has prepared her
for this moment.

   At the very same second, I thrust my hips forward and press the trigger
button.  Bree's entire essence is filled with agony as my cock tears open
her virgin asshole, while a high voltage shock rips through her tender
pussy.  Her scream is held in her throat by the gag, and all she can do is
thrash her mane of red hair.

   The first shock is short lived, and when the pain stops in her cunt, she
can feel my full length buried up her bowels.  My rod has plowed through
her delicate muscles, ripping the thin skin in her butt open as the muscles
tear and stretch.  Only a little spit and her anal blood lubricate my
withdrawal as I pull back, leaving the head of my cock buried in her ass.

   As I thrust forward, I punctuate my thrust with a vicious burst of
electricity coursing through her cunt.  Bree shakes violently as I
establish a slow rhythm of fucking her ass and shocking her twat.  Each
burst of electricity causes her battered and torn ass muscles to convulse
on my cock.  Before long, I have dropped the trigger and begun to brutally
jab my prick in and out of her tail.

   The pleasure that builds cannot be ignored, as the sound of hips
slamming into her butt cheeks gets louder and more frequent.  I can feel
the cum ready to explode from my balls, and I pop out of her Bree's ass. 
My rod is covered in blood and her anal residue from being buried up her
bowels.  I grab the trigger one more time and blast Bree with a long shock,
watching her ass jiggle and body convulse as her tortured breasts scrape on
the log.

   Finally I move in front of Bree.  I grab my knife and cut her blindfold
off.  The sudden light takes moment for her to adjust to, but the first
thing she sees is my blood and ass stained penis.  I laugh at Bree as I
deflate her gag and rip it from her mouth.  Her jaw is sore from the
stretching of the pump gag as I move closer.

   Placing one hand on the back of her head and the knife against her
throat, I order Bree to keep her mouth open.  Only the knowledge that her
ordeal is nearly over gives her the strength to open her mouth, knowing
what is coming.  I shove my foul tasting cock in her warm mouth making Bree
taste her blood and shit.  I make fun of her as I thrust back and forth a
few times, cleaning my tool in her mouth.

   I am at the point of climax when I pull out, resting the head of dick my
dick on the top of her nose.  She tries to close her eyes, but I will have
none of it, as I push my hand against her forehead, leaning her head back
and pinching her eyelids open.

   My other hand as dropped the knife and I jerk myself a few times
quickly. As Bree watches the head of my cock, cum begins to spray wildly on
her sweet, tear and sweat stained face.  The first blast covers her nose
and forehead, sending some jizm up her nostril.  I jerk my rod again, this
time sending a stream of salty semen that covers both of Bree's eyes and
her right cheeks.

   As she struggles with the cum in her eyes, I let go of her head, letting
her blink.  Meanwhile I shoot several globs of cum in her red hair and into
her open mouth.  My prick dribbles the remaining sperm onto her now shut
eyelids and nose.

   Bree's face is totally covered in my cum as I get dressed and pack up my
tools.  I flip Bree over on the log, tying her on her back, and leaving her
to be found by park ranger responding to anonymous tip the next morning.

   After dragging all my equipment and gear back to the truck, I return to
admire my handiwork one last time.  As a final act of humiliation, I stand
over Bree and drop my pants.  Suddenly a warm salty flow of pee surprises
her, as she looks up to see me urinating on her.  I wash some of the cum
off her face with my pee, as I start at the top and work my down her body.
Finally I zip and walk away.

   By the time Bree is found I am 400 miles away.  The police consider her
too dramatized to give a statement, and send her home from the hospital
several days later.  They finally interview Bree one week later, but by
then she has received the letter.

   "Tell them who it was," the block letters said, "and copies of these
will go to every bondage website in the world." Enclosed was a single
picture of Bree, bound and gagged.
   I was never caught.