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                                "All Night Long"

                                 Author Unknown

Being young, vivacious, and energetic, I never thought about how
dangerous it could be to work the night shift at the 24-hour
convenience store. Needing help to supplement my partial loans
while in college, I eagerly accepted the offer for night work, which
paid a good $1.50 and hour over minimum wage. It would demand a
radical reordering of my schedule to make my 8:00 a.m. classes, and
get all my studying done. But then again, nights were slow in the old
convenience store, and I hoped to be able to study some while being
on the job. My mother and father were concerned about my safety, of
course, and begged me to reconsider. But I was young, vivacious
and perky. I never thought about the danger.

Until the second night on the job when I found myself electrified
with horror as I stared down the muzzle of a handgun aimed between
my eyes. There were two street thugs, wearing oil stained denim
jackets and ski masks. They waited until the store was empty and I
was distracted by my school work. Then they exploded through the
door, one of them whipping the gun at me while the other, tall
enough to be a professional basketball player, jumped up to snap the
cable to the fixed video monitor.

"Empty the cash, Bitch!" the gun toting thug orders. It took a moment
for the words to register. I fumbled with the keys on the cash
register, shaking so badly I kept messing up. The goon behind the
gun barked at me hurry up. I sniffled back a single sob. The drawer
sprang open. I quickly scoop out the bills, mostly ones, because I
can't keep any more than $50 in the drawer before depositing it in
the safe slot in the manager's office. As soon as I hand him the
money, I pushed back against the wall, his hands up at my shoulders.
I was so scared.  I was afraid that I might wet my blue jeans.

"SHIT! Is that all?" the goon said, taking a quick count of the money.
"Open the goddamn safe, Bitch!" He reached out and grabbed me by
the shoulder of my plain, pullover pink blouse, and pulled me
around the counter. The two thugs push me back to the manager's
office, a small, closet like room in the back wall of the store. They
pushed me down on my knees in front of the safe. But I just knelt
there crying, because I didn't know how to open the safe! All I do is
slide the bills through the slot!

"DO IT!" they order, and I hear the gun cock behind my head. I try to
explain again that I don't know how. Luckily, in view of my panic
and tears, they believe me. "SHIT!" the tall one says. "This ain't
worth the risk! Tie the bitch up so she can't call no cops!"

They pull me onto the manager's straight backed chair and putting
my hands behind my back. Using ropes they have tucked in their
jackets, they tie my hands behind the chair and my ankles apart to the
legs of the chair. The tall one picks up a roll of duct tape from the
rack behind the counter and returns. Ripping off a short piece of
tape, he plasters it over my lips to keep me quiet. 

 "Okay, let's go!"

"NO! Wait a minute man! Look at her! Ain't she fine?" 

  "Com'on, man. We ain't got no time! I ain't risking my ass for a
lousy $40 some bucks!" 

  "Just a little look!"

My eyes get big as saucers as the smaller thug reaches for my pink
blouse. With a strong, rapid series of jerks, he rips it apart down the
front! I cringe, my well-filled, satiny bra jutting out for them to see.
My dime-sized nipples, hard with the chill of fear, protrude visibly
through the fabric. The cleavage of my fair-skinned breasts heaves
with my panicked filled breaths.

"Goddamn! She sure is a sexy piece!" the smaller thug says as I
blush. "Okay, man! Let's go!" The tall one answers, not so interested
in me, as making his getaway.

But his buddy was getting into this. He tickles my nipples through
the bra, as he cups and hefts my tits. Then, with a startling motion,
he buries his fingers in my cleavage, grabbing the front of my bra.
Giving a sudden pull, he almost yanks me over, chair an all. But the
bra strap snaps and pulls away! My white, beaming breasts bounce
apart, free! 

"OH SHIT!" I cry, but it just comes out a squeal. Suddenly, I feel his
bristly skin mask on my bare tits as his lips hastily suck one nipple,
and then the other. His teeth nip playfully at the erect buttons of skin.
Then, he bites. I squeal loudly, more in fear than pain.

"Shut up, Bitch!" he slapped my face, until I saw stars! I couldn't
help but cry, as he slaps my face again.

"I said SHUT UP!" The angry thug took a long, wide sweeping
blow, slapping open handed at my out thrust breast! My tits bounce
together and jiggle apart, a red hand print gradually appeared over
my tit! He stepped to the side and slaps me again, as hard as he can,
right on my other tit! He loved the power! As I squeal behind the
tape, he swats and slaps my breasts back and forth, until the orbs
turn a light, splotchy red.

"Hey, come on, you asshole!" the tall thug said, grabbing his friend
by the back of his jacket. "We gotta get outta here!" I was thankful as
the bigger youth drags his friend out the front door. My breasts still
sting, but I am alive! I was panting for breath as my head slumped,
relaxing. I looked around for some way to get help. The phone was
on the desk, but I can't reach it, tied to the chair. The only way to
move to the phone was to leap and scrape my whole chair across the
floor. I was only moving but a couple of inches with each surge, and
soon, I was winded. And I still couldn't reach the phone!

"Hey, Calvin! There's nobody here!"

"Quick, Bro! Grab the candy!"

"Candy?! Fuck that! Grab the beer!!!"

I freeze when I hear the voices of several kids outside in the store.
They haven't found me yet, but I can tell from their voices that they
are black children, far too young to be out on the streets this time of
night. I could barely see a couple of them as they darted past the
doorway to raid the refrigerators of their beer and wine. The two
kids looked to be maybe twelve years old. I squeal for help. 

"SHHH! Did you hear that, man?"

"Quick! Put everything back!"

"Na, man! Let's scram!"

Suddenly, one of the young black faces pokes in the office door. He
does a double take at me, tied in the chair, with my blouse way
down my back, and my naked chest pointing up at him.

"Holy SHIT!" he says, sounding shocked, but then he smiles a wide
grin.

"HEY! Come look at this!"

I tried to talk to them, shaking my head and squealing, trying to tell
him I'd been robbed. I wanted to tell him to call the police. I wanted
to tell him to untie me and cover my nakedness. But I couldn't tell
him anything with this t ape on my mouth! Then other faces start
peering in through the door. There was two, no three, four, FIVE
astonished black faces staring at her, ranging in age from about
fourteen down to about ten! I was so embarrassed. My pink face
blushed deep red as I
continued to squeal at them.

  "Shit! A white bitch!" 

  "Shit! She's NAKED!"

  "Shit! Look't them TITTIES!"

 "Shit! Let me see!" 

  "Shit! I wanna FEEL!" 
  
  "Shit! I want see her PUSSY!"
  
  They all chattered at once! To these street urchins, I was just a
prize they found at the store! They rush to me, and I couldn't tell
whose hands belong to whom! They are rubbing my torso, grabbing
handfuls of my breasts, stroking and pulling my long, golden hair!
They pinched my tawny nipples, pulling and twisting them. The
older kid licked my cheek and stuck his tongue in my ear.

"Come on! Get her outta this chair!" They untie my from the wooden
chair, but kept my hands tied behind my back as they continue
feeling me roughly. The office is too small, so they hop me out the
door into the store. I felt my tight blue jeans give! THESE KIDS
ARE PULLING DOWN MY PANTS! My jeans and panties bunch
around my ankles, which bond my feet together! I tried to pull away
from them, and the whole tangle of people fell down on the floor
together. Suddenly, I heard
a loud crack! It sounded almost like a gun! But then the burning pain
hits my bottom! The smaller kids back away as I see the older one
with a doubled up, leather belt!

"GET UP, BITCH!" he shouts, letting another blow fly! It cracked
across my ass like the first, leaving a similar, ruddy imprint on my
bare bottom. I screeched through the tape gag and rolled onto my
back and bound arms to protect my poor bottom. But that doesn't
matter to the boy. WHOOSH! POW!!! The wide, doubled belt
cracked across my bare breasts! The pain is awful!

"GET UP ON THIS TABLE!" he barks, sweeping the baseball card
display from the short, folding table nearby. I strained, but can't
stand up. That earned me another hard lash across my tits!
Somehow, I rolled to my knees and struggled to my feet. The older
kid handed the smallest boy his belt, giving instructions. "If the bitch
tries to move, whack her!"

Immediately, I got lashed across the small of my back just for fun.
All the rowdy boys are laughing and jeering me. They pinch, and
spank me, making me twitch so the little kid would hit me again. The
big boy returns with the roll of duct tape, and pushes me onto the
table on my back. Untying my arms first, he holds them to table legs
and tapes my wrists in place. Then he pulled off my jeans, panties,
and shoes, then taped my ankles to the other two table legs. I was
stretched out on my back, stripped completely naked for the street
kids!

"Now, for some FUN!" the fourteen-year-old announces, yanking
down his own hip hop pants. My green eyes bugged open to see his
snake of a cock semi-stiff, hanging about nine inches between his
legs. He grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to the edge of the
table. Stroking his proud cock, caused it to stand like a spear!

"PUSSY TIME!" he yelled, and the other boys laugh. With one
thrust, his rock hard penis spears into my pink pussy. I howled!
Tears squiring from my eyes. When he started pounding into my
pussy, one of the other kids climbed on the table, straddling my
chest. His weight on my freshly beaten naked boobs made it hard for
me to breathe. He unzipped his pants, and the aroma of filthy crotch
sickened me. He ripped the tape from my lips. I tried to scream, but
my mouth is stuffed with a flaccid penis, right up to the tight curls.
Instantly, the cock in my mouth grew hard as he started fucking my
face. My mouth and pussy were being raped at the same time! I
thought I'd pass out, but suddenly, my mouth floods with salty, bitter
cum! Gush after gush curdles my tongue! In My position, I couldn't
help but swallow if I wanted to breathe.

The youth on my chest dismounts just as the one at my hips increases
his pace. He punched me in the stomach, making me clench and
contract on his cock. He reached up with both hands, sinking his
fingers into my sore tits. He pushed himself hard into me growling
as he approaches his orgasm. Balling his hands into fists he pounded
the soft orbs of my breasts as his hot cum erupts, flooding my cunt in
pulse after pulse after pulse. Some of the other kids standing nearby
have been masturbating themselves. As the older one yells with
delight, the other kids ejaculate, too. Their youthful jism shoots high,
landing in thick strings across my red tits and tormented face, which
was now glistening with goo!

The next thing I knew I was alone again, but still bound on my back
on the table in the store. As my senses returned, I realized I was
completely displayed before the plate glass store front. I jerked
and twisted trying to tear the tape bonds, causing my tits to jiggle
nicely for anyone who would pass by on the street. I managed to
loosen one of my wrists. I was panting and crying, as my wrist was
chafed by the tape. Finally I managed to tear my right hand free. I
twisted with my right hand to reach my left, peeling little by little at
the tape, I worked my left hand free. Then I sat up, stooped over to
tear the tape from my ankles. I peeled my right ankle out of the bond.
Get one more to go.

"Well, well, well, well!" a male voice laughs. I jumped upright,
quickly wrapping an arm around her bare breasts and tucking a hand
over her pussy fleece.

"Help me!" I immediately pleaded. "Please help me! The store was
robbed and I was tied up. Then I was raped by a bunch of boys!
Please help me! Call the cops!" From the looks of the skinny, pimply
faced white geek, grinning from ear to ear, I was not going to get
much compassion.

"Are you Jennifer Briggs?" he asks.

"How did you know my name?" I said, looking at him, my eyes wide
with confusion and alarm.

"I'm Leonard. I'm the guy whose job you stole. Looks like you just
got what you had coming!" He replied.

"I did NOT steal your job!" I objected. "I answered the ad in the
window! That's all. I don't even know you! Now, please, help me!" 

"I'm the guy they laid off to make room for you, Bitch! And from the
looks of your pretty piece of ass, I can figure out why!" I felt fear
surging again. This guy didn't even know me, but he hated me.
Things did not look good. Regardless of the show, I bend down to
tear last bond open. When I did this angry geek grabbed my arms
and wrenched them behind me, whisking the duct tape around my
wrists and up to the elbows. My arms are so tightly bound.  It forced
me to arch my back, and her high firm chafed tit's pointing straight
out.

"Ow! Stop that! OWWWOWW! Why are you doing this to me? I
didn't fire you!" I howled.

"I came to rob the store tonight, Cunt!" he seethed. "But it looks like
someone beat me to it! I was gonna get YOU in trouble so YOU'D
quit or get fired! But I think this is even better!" 

He taped my free leg back to the table leg, so I was sitting on the
edge of the table, arms taped together behind me, caused me to sit at
attention. "They might have robbed the place, but I don't think they
trashed it enough!" he said. In fury, he turned over a couple of the
snack shelves. He took a display tree and smashed the glass out of
the popcorn machine. He hit the Ice machine, right beside me,
knocking the tap out of it. Bright blue, red and green ice concoction
spewed out the front, sloshing across my chest and side, flowing
down my stomach and pooling under my ass. The frozen slush was
so startlingly cold.  My nipples drew up, long and stiff, almost like
little pinky fingers sticking out of my tits. My areolas draw up into
tight puckers. The slush coursing and draining over me, making my
tits and ribs ache terribly. After what seemed like and eternity, the
machine finally emptied. I was shivering, sticky and wet as the slush
melted off of my skin.

"You look chilly!" Leonard laughs, flicking my fully erect nipples.
"You need something to warm you up!"

He fetched a roasted hot dog in a pair of tongs from under the cook
lamp. I saw it steaming as Leonard fingers spread the lips of my
pussy open. "NO!" I cried, as he jammed the hot wiener up in my
cold pussy. Then he fetched another hot dog, and stuffed it in, too!
Then a third! The fourth broke as he tried to stick it in me. My pussy
is stuffed with steaming hot meat.  Causing tears flow again.

"Smells yummy!" Leonard laughs. "But I always like some cheese
on my hot dogs!" He stuck the nozzle of a can of cheese whiz up into
my cunt, then pressed the button. Thick cheese squirted into me
filling my entire pussy. I am utterly humiliated.

"Looking mighty tasty, Jenny." Leonard laughs. "Better hope the rats
don't come in from the storage room.  They might just eat you up."
Laughing at his own jokes, Leonard runs down the aisle, knocking
merchandise onto the floor. I cringed, hearing jars and bottles
smashing. Once in a while, he pauses to pick up an item of interest,
but mostly he just trashes the entire store. I struggled with my bonds,
but quickly tired out. I had been through so much.  I felt faint. 

"HEY! No sleeping on the job!" Leonard yells, slapping me across
the face. "You know what this place needs is a good security system
to let you know when robbers and thugs are coming in. I have just
the thing!"

In horror, I watched as Leonard pulled from his pocket a pair of
steel paper clamps he'd picked up from the school supplies. Each is
about two inches wide, with incredibly tight springs. As he forced
one open, I tried to back away as he nears one of my stiff, bronze
nipple buds. Then, he lets it snap right on my sensitive point! I
screeched with pain, feeling as though my nipple had been bitten off.
The steel clamp now hanging on the end of my round breast. Then,
he snaps the twin clip on the other nipple. Tears began to stream
down my cheeks.

Leonard unravels a spool of string, tying one end to a clip. Then he
unravels a lot of string, cuts it, and ties the other end to the other
clip. Slowly, Leonard draws up the slack as he walks toward the
door of the store. I heard the click as he locked the entry door. Then
he slipped out the exit door, standing with his foot to keep it from
closing, and ties the string to the door handle. I sat bolt upright on
the table, arching forward as the string pulled my nipple clips
toward the door. I can see my nipples slightly extended from my
chest.

"See how it works?" Leonard beams with his brilliance. "When an
intruder comes, he'll try to push the enter-door. With that locked,
he'll PULL the exit door! And when he does, the ALARM will go
off, won't it, Jenny dear?"

"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS! NO!
PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" I begged. With a glib wave the
disgruntled Leonard disappears into the night, leaving me alone and
terrified. The clamps on my tits hurt terribly. I could see my nipples
flattened out in their grip. And if someone tries to come in, they'll
pull my nipples right off!

Trying to loosen the tape on my arms and feet, I wiggled and
squirmed, causing my pussy squish out cheese. But every time I
tugged the cord to the door causes me to cry out with pain. Still, I
strained and sobbed, desperate trying to get free, until my entire
body shimmered with sweat. After a long silence, I started to see a
shadowy figure lurching down the sidewalk in front of the store.
Whoever it is can see me right in front of  the door, stark naked and
displaying my tits for the whole world to see. From the way he
staggered, I knew he had to be the sloppy wino, Dexter, who hung
out around these parts. And he coming into the store!

"NOOO!" I screamed, as he banged into the locked entry door.
Staggering, he moved to the exit door. If only I could wave my hands
to flag him down. Sure enough, the alarm sounds: it was my voice! I
screamed for all, I worth: "NO NO NO NO NO
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He pulled the door! The string twanged tight,
causing my tits leap forward from my chest. The horrible, biting
clips ripped from my nipples! I fell back on the table, unconscious.

When I awoke, I screamed again. Surprisingly, I was standing now,
facing the counter. My wrists are taped apart to the metal bars
supporting the overhead cigarette rack. My feet taped apart to the
ends of the counter. My nipples, now engorged and purple, stinging
with the very air that touches them. Bruises splotched my breasts,
sides, hips, and shapely ass. I tensed as I felt fingers prying apart my
ass cheeks from behind. Something very cold and very hard prodded
at my anus. Straining to look over my shoulder, I glimpsed the old
gray haired wino stooped. What is he doing to me now? "Stop!
Please! Let me go! I've been raped and beaten! I can't stand
anymore! Please!"

"You ain't had it up the ass yet!" the lusty wino growls, taking a slug
from a bottle of cheap liquor. He tosses the open stick of margarine
on the counter beside me. He had smeared my ass with it!

"YOU CAN'T!" I squalled, as I felt his meaty erection poking at my
clenched hole. He tried several jabs before he realizes that I was
too tight. But he aimed to fix that! He fetched a long neck bottle of
beer from the cooler. Crouching down, he worked the frigid
bottleneck into my ass. I fought, but it was too hard and sharp!

"This'll loosen you up!" he laughed. "A cold beer fixes most
anything!" The condensation on the cold bottle made it slick. He slid
the bottleneck up my ass. I shrieked and jerked. If only he had
removed the crimped bottle cap first.

After spreading my ass with the bottle for a while, he wiggled it
back out. I was scratched and stretched. It was no problem for
Dexter now to jam the knobby head of his cock through the loosened
opening. He growled as I clenched down on his invading cock. It
had been a long time since he had a girl. Without regard for my
squeals and shouts, he rammed into my ass like a freight train! I
almost jumped up on the counter. Raped in the ass by a wino.
Throughout the humiliation, I imagined his filth, and the diseases he
might carry. I cried through it all. As the wino picked up his tempo,
approaching orgasm, he reached around, grabbing a fleshy bosom in
each hand using them like reins to pull me back on him. He pinched
and rolled my nipples, already skinned by the clips.
Then, I felt him cum. It felt like an enema flooding my rectum.
Ecstatic, he yelled, clenching my aching breasts.

Then he collapsed away from me. I wept for herself. Will no one
take pity on me? Doesn't crime and brutality bother anyone
anymore? Dexter left me weeping as he buckles his pants, and
collects several bottles of free beer and wine. Immediately I started
work on my bonds again. Jerking on the poles, the plastic cigarette
rack cracks, falling striking me over the back of the head. At least
now I could bend the cheap aluminum pole and work my wrists free
maybe. The duct tape continues to bind and stick. Finally I worked
one thick duct tape bracelet off of a pole. In no time, I ripped
through the other wrist restraint. I stooped for my ankles, laying my
face against the counter.

"HEY!" Dexter blares, grabbing my thick blond hair and jerking my
head up and back. "Where do you think you going? You ain't gonna
tell no cops about me! NO YOU AIN'T!" The worried wino pushes
me forward, thumping my forehead against the counter, until I saw
stars! My knees crumble and I slumped down, sprawling on my back
across the floor, with my ankles still bound to the ends of the small
counter.

Am I awake? I wondered. Am I alive? I felt alert, but can't see
much. Slowly, I realized that the wino has tied me up, with my arms
behind,  and legs together. He had drug me back into the storage
room behind the office. It is dark and cold in here, especially being
naked on the concrete floor. I had no idea what time it is. I started to
twist and snake myself around on the floor. The concrete is rough
and gritty on bare skin. At first, I arched up on my shoulders trying
to pull or push myself with my bound legs. I then tried crawling like
an inchworm, arching my ass up in the air, bringing knees to chest
and sliding forward. Both methods chafe my skin on the concrete. I
tried roll over and over toward the door. That worked well, until
she accidentally bowled over a stack of empty packing boxes. I
shrieked as rats scurrying all around me for cover. Suddenly I saw
on my knees, the hopped to my feet. I leaped and hopped for my life
out of the rat infested storage room.

I slumped into the wooden chair in the managers office once again. I
was panting lusciously with the exertion. I then look for the
telephone. Leaning down, I knock the phone off its cradle with my
chin. Then hearing the dial tone, I pick up a pencil from the desk in
my teeth aiming for the three digits -- 9 - 1 - 1. It's hard to line up the
pencil with the digits. Each one I pressed slides the phone a little
farther out of my reach. As I pressed the last digit, the receiver falls
of the edge of the desk, pulling the telephone with it. The cheap
telephone smashes on the floor. It is dead!

I whine with frustration and disappointment. Instantly, I think of the
phone at the front counter. Perhaps it is still working. I have no
choice but to try, or hide. Mustering my courage, I hop out of the
manager's office into the store. The floor is covered with debris
from the trashing, and I have to be very careful about falling. I notice
that the sky is just beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn. I
have been here naked, and tied up and victimized all night long!

I make quite a vision as I hippety-hops behind the counter. My bare
reddened tits jumping and jiggling. Reaching the phone, I tip the
receiver off the cradle. I bend down to listen for the dial tone. Just
then behind me, I heard the door open, and the merry whistling of a
customer. Again mortified, I hastily plopped down on my ass behind
the counter to hide myself.

"Holy Toledo! What the hell happened here?" the older man says
aloud. I recognize the voice. It was old Mr. Schibbel, the kindly man
who stops in many mornings if it is dry outside. He comes in
wearing his bright blue warm up suit after his morning walk, buys a
cup of coffee and a newspaper and usually tells a joke or two. Dear
old Mr. Schibbel. Surely he will help.

"Mr. Schibbel?" I asked, from my crouched hiding. "Is that you?"

"Jennifer, dear! Are you all right? It looks like a tornado hit!"

"I'm all right, Mr. Schibbel. We were robbed last night. I need your
help!"

"Are you hurt? Where are you?"

"DON'T LOOK!" I warned him off. "I was... The robbers... some
kids... I - I... T-they raped me... I'm n-naked... please don't look."

"Oh, you poor kid!" Old, pudgy Mr. Schibbel says, tentatively
leaning across the counter and peering down to see my long smooth
legs extended wrapped in thick duct tape. "What's happening to the
world today?"

"Could you please call the police? A-And find me something to
wear..."

"Certainly, Jenny. Where's the phone?"

"Well, the phone in here is broken... I dropped it. But there's a pay
phone right outside!"

"But, Jenny, Dear I only got a buck for my coffee and paper. I'll have
to get some change!" With that, Mr. Schibbel bounds around the
counter for the open cash register.

"NO! Mr. Schibbel! Don't! Don't look!" I sobbed, hunching my
shoulders over and drawing up my knees into a little ball of nudity.
It's plain that curiosity has gotten the best of my old friend. He
glances rapidly over my tawny, somewhat bruised back, and
shoulders.

"It's all right, Jenny. I just need to get a quarter. I'm not looking at
your nakedness." He plucks a quarter from the change drawer, and
slowly backs around the corner again. I sigh in relief, straightening
up. How my legs and arms ache. In a moment I hear Mr. Schibbel
return to the store from outside. "I called the police, Dear. They
should be here shortly." 

"Thank you. I knew you'd help. Are you going to wait? Did you find
me anything to wear?"

"I don't see anything, Jenny. I'll look in a moment. First, I want to get
my coffee. Would you like some? It would steady the nerves...
Warm you up..." Immediately he pours two cups of coffee from the
machine.

"I-I can't drink coffee Mr. Schibbel... The police will be here soon.
Could you PLEASE find me something to wear?"

"Sure Jenny, sure. But first, have some coffee..." Leaning over the
counter, he extends me a cup of coffee. For the first time, the old
man got a glimpse of my bare breasts from above me. They jut out
so round, and beautifully capped with dark, rosy nipples, still hard
from their pinching. He can't help himself. He paused to stare down
on at me.

  Soon I sense his gaze. I turn my face up to see him, catching him in
his stare. "MR. SCHIBBEL!" The old man jumped in surprise. He
fumbles back almost dropping the cup he is  holding. He catches the
cup but not before it slips in his fingers, splashing my upturned chest
with the steaming coffee! And it is HOT! Scalding hot! McDonalds,
Lawsuit HOT! The coffee sloshes over my smooth round bosoms,
turning them instantly red as I screech:

"OWW! OOOHOOOONNOOO! OOOOOOOH!" I roll out of the
way, scooting up onto the front window ledge, blowing on my own
tits to cool the burn.

"I'm sorry, Jenny! I'm sorry!" Mr. Schibbel said, watching me huff
and puff on my heaving orbs, with my arms still pinned behind my
back. Watching me even old Mr. Schibbel felt an excited stirring in
his warm up pants. "Mr. Schibbel! That HURT! Why don't you go
find me something to COVER UP!"

"It was an accident, Jenny! I didn't m-mean to!" the old man
stuttered.

"I'll bet!" I sobbed. "It's been the same all night! Nobody helps me!
Everybody wants to hurt me! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME! You see a
young girl tied up and helpless, and you TAKE ADVANTAGE OF
ME!" Mr. Schibbel listens to me fuss and cry and vent my
frustrations, his eyes scanning my vulnerable body constantly. When
I finally calm down, he says, "You're right, Jenny Dear. I've always
thought you were a pretty girl, and I can't help myself from wanting
to look at you..."

Angry I lose my composure. I sit up straight on the window ledge,
arching my back, causing my red breasts to raise high and firm,
shaking them and posing nude for the old man. "HERE! IS THIS
WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A
PICTURE, YOU OLD COOT!"

"Now calm down, Jennifer! Here! Have another cup!" It's no
accident this time. The old man throws the other cup of coffee on
me, splashing my again on the tits.

"OOOOWWWWWWIEEEE!!!" I slam back against the window,
jumping to my feet. "I TOLD you that HURTS!!
OOHHHOOWWWW!" 

"Why should I care?" the old man responds. "I'm just like all the
others, remember?"

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it!" I suddenly change my tone. "I'm
SORRY! You're my friend, Mr. Schibbel! You called the cops,
right? They're coming now, right?"

"That's right, Jenny dear. So you'd better hurry!" With that, the old
man came behind the counter with me. He yanked down his elastic
waisted jogging pants and his baggy underwear, revealing his
shriveled cock, framed in wiry, gray hair. "Get on your knees and
blow your old friend, Jenny!"

I sobbed at the sight of the formerly friendly old man, now standing
like a pervert before me. Is nothing sacred? Doesn't anyone in the
world feel compassion anymore? Am I nothing more than a mouth
and pussy with tits to anybody? Mr. Schibbel answers the questions
in my head by grabbing my hair and pushing me down to my
knees................

                   The End.

                            


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