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Don't Shoot the Messenger.....Yet.
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Don't Shoot the Messenger.....Yet. Jolted awake, your eyes pop open, searching the dark room, your instinctive scream drowned out by the thick swath of duct tape slapped over your mouth. Movements in the moonlight catch your eye amidst the shuffling and sounds as you feel your limbs being pulled and your body being tugged. "Turna da bitch over," one of the at least two intruders says. In an instant, your ankles are gripped and your body flipped roughly on your bed. The screetch of the tape being pulled is filling the air as your ankles are bound by the man that flipped you. The first smacking the back of your head as you struggle and squirm, "holda da cunt, Vito," he spits. His hand pushing your face to your pillow then jamming his knee to your neck, pinning and suffocating you as he corrals your flapping arms, cinching your wrists behind your back. Bound and gagged, Vito slides off, grabbing your hair as he does so. Standing you up, watching you teeter as your eyes strain to focus on his hand slipping behind his back. The dulled frame of his pistol lifting to your eye level as he speaks, "da bag, Ton." With that, Tony spins your body around and covers your head in a dark sack, cinched closed around your neck as Tony speaks, "let's do it an na bring da boss his present," husky laughter rings through your ears as Vito raises his hand behind you, sharply striking the back of your neck with the butt of his gun. A wicked, searing pain and things go instantly black. Your limp body hoisted over Tony's thick form as they descend the stairs from your house. Carelessly turning a corner, your head thumping against the wall. "Oops," he says to Vito, then laughs. Trotting to the driveway, your abdomen bouncing over his shoulder before coming to a stop. The turn of a key, a click and then a squeal as the trunk of the black Caddie is lifted. A shrug of his shoulder dumps your body into the trunk with a loud thud. The lid slamming closed as Tony's voice trails off, "lets go." A dull ache in your head and a sharp pain in your neck welcome you back to consciousness. Completely bound, huddled and confined, hearing and sensation the only senses you can rely on. Your confines shifting and rumbling, the dank scent of gasoline and the burning smell of...acid? filling your nostrils. The sounds of whizzing air and a horn. A horn, suddendly sick as the cold realization that you're in the trunk of a moving car sets in. Fumbling, twisting and turning your body, desperate to free your arms and legs. The hood still cinched tight, the tape still hoding fast as you struggle in vane. The car slowing to a stop, feeling the transmission shift into park. Your mind flooded with scenarios as the doors click open and slam closed. Shit, the key turning in the tumbler as the cool air rushes into the now opened trunk. "C'mon, bitch,' Tony absently comments as he pulls you back to his shoulder. Vito walking behind, holding a hard metal object against your head as it bobs with each step, "do you self a favor and a don't squirm." The heels of their fine dress shoes click and clack as they walk, a solidly sounding door closes behind you. Echoing footsteps stop at several paces before turning. The sense that you are being taken into another room filling your mind, the faint, dim shimmer of a light source peircing the hood. "Put her over the prep table," I state as my head motions him to the center of the room. A few steps and Tony rolls your body over a cold, stainless steel table, face down, the fridged metal sharply breaking through the thin tank top covering your chest, your toes grazing the floor as your body is bent at the waist. Of all the thoughts racing through your mind, the Hello Kitty panties you decided to wear to sleep is forefront as your ass is propped and exposed. My footfalls drawing closer as I pull back the forged slide and chamber a round with a loud click. A heavy hand sized object resting in the center of your back. "Did she say anything?" "No, boss, nuttin" Vito states, "but, a, we didnt give her no chance to." Nodding, "good." Grabbing the gun from your back and tapping the barrel against your head, "do you know why you're here, cunt?" Not even waiting for a reply, "it doesnt matter if you do or dont, its the message we're sending." A pause, "and we intend to send it loud and clear, capisci." Walking behind you, stopping at your raised ass, laughing as I see your panties, "still think you're a little girl, huh?'" The hard steel rod tracing the cartoon character adorning your ripe ass, my head turning to Tony and Vito, "I was just going to take a few fingers or maybe an eye," pausing again, "but maybe we can think of a better way to send a message fellas." Pushing the barrel against your flesh, moving it to the hem of your panties and pushing it toward your ass crack, showing more of your taut cheek before absently adding "eh, I can always change my mind and send her home with one of her own fingers in her ass." The three of us laughing, "hear that, cunt?" smacking your ass, "if I were you, I'd be a good tonight, especially if you ever want to hold something with ten fingers again." "Ton, get over here," motioning him to stand behind you. Peeling back your panties, "goodbye, Kitty," I chuckle as the happy toon is rolled and bunched at mid thigh. "See this cunt?" repeatedly smacking your cinched folds with my hand, "fuck it good." Tony smiles as he unleashes his massive cock, "yeah, boss, no problem, fuck it good," as he fists his girth and steps behind you. "But not her ass, capsisi. I want that." Tony's large hand gripping your duct taped wrists as his body pushes tight to yours, the crown of his swelling cock dragging against your slit, parting your folds. Working his shaft between your petals, his girth expanding and stiffening with each rough swipe. "You ready?" Tony sacrcastically asks, "like I givva da shit," he quickly follows, with a lunge and a grunt, he plunges his rock hard cock deep through your dry cunt. Gritting his teeth as he shreds your hole, pulverizing your sodden twat and jerking your body over the table. Stepping to your face and loosening the cinched hood, raising it just below your eyes before tying it closed again. "Oh, we're going to enjoy this," my words echoing in your ear as your face inches forward and back in time with Tony's pummeling of your cunt. Closing my fingers around the edge of the duct tape covering your mouth and ripping it sharply free. "Vito, spit roast the bitch." No sooner than your mouth instictively stretches open from being freed of the tape, Vito's hard cock thrusts in. My cock growing rigid as I watch Tony and Vito take you. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh coupled with their freal moans and growls filling the air. Tony's hips beating against your ass cheeks, causing the taut flesh to shudder and quake with each punching thrust of his cock. Each drive jolting you over the table, forcing your face harder to Vito's impaling length. Hearing you gag and choke around his thick girth only adding to the throbbing bursts trapped in my pants. Vito's hands clutching over your head, keeping the bag securely in place as he stretches your throat and keeps your jaw locked open. Tony's hips battering in ferociously, his grunts becoming louder and louder as he sinks his cock to your womb. His hand raises and smacks your ass, "fucka dis bitch," an earthy and gutteral roar leaves his throat as his fat crown slams to your far wall. Vito's turgid cock racing between your lips, your spittal ripped from the corners of your lips as he forces his fleshy rod to the flxing hilt of your throat. Almost sensing the pulling sensation as your teeth rake over the veiny length of his hard cock as it races deeper. Leaning close to your ear as both of these greasy, hulking men use your holes, whispering, "I know you like this. I know what a cum craving you are." Stepping back, snapping a few pictures of you being fucked like cum dump slut, the flash sending a wave of bright light into the hooded mask obsuring your vision. Tony starting to grunt loudly and pound your cunt harder, watching as his body spasms and convulses, knowing that he's flooding your depraved pit with his hot load. His shoulders sinking, his hips still moving instinctively as his rod churns his cum deep in your sodden pit. Tapping him on the shoulder, "take this," handing him my stainless steel Berretta as he pulls his shaft from your puffing twat. Gobs of his hot cream leaking from your hole and rolling down your thigh. As I undo my pants, Vito's pounding hips begin a flurry of relentless thrusts, punching his cock hard to the back of your throat, bruising and beating your walls. Screaming as his fists grip the side of your head, steadying your face as he rears back and launches his shaft in, lifting to his tip toes as his neck snaps back, his twitching form signaling his feverish release as he sprays his seed into your mouth. His cock bouncing and shuddering as his gooey webbing splatters to the back of your throat and spurts from the corners of your lips. Sliding back, dragging his cock from your mouth, his hand lands a blow to the side of your head, "fuckin' cocksucker," he says as his cap falls from your mouth. "Ton, the gun," I say as I push my smooth cockhead to your tightly puckered asshole, "put it in her mouth, and if she so much as whimpers, blow her fucking brains all over my chest." Tony smiles as he drags the barrel across your cheeks, "you heards da boss, open wide and say da ahhh." He pushes the cold metal to your lips, twisting the unforgiving steel into your cum filled mouth. The room deathly quiet as his thumb pulls back the hammer, a mechanical *click* as it locks into place. "Wait," I suddenly snap, "let me take my shirt off first, I don't want it ruined if you have to open another hole in her head, it's new." The three of us laugh as your mouth is swirling with the metallic taste of the gun and my cap is wedged against your tiny ring. My hands gripping your hips as mine swivel, slowly and deliberately aligning my thick, hard cock, "there, all set." Pressing in as my fingers grip, the bulbous mushroom forcing against your tight hole. Harder I press, my cock tensing as it strains to break your ring, "I guess your man has a small dick, huh?" I state off the cuff. "Well, that's good for me and bad for you," with a leg bracing lunge, I spike my turgid cock deep into your ass. Immediately I pound my hips in, slamming my body to yours. Hearing your teeth clatter against the steel barrel as my reckless thrusts throw your body into the cold table. Punching and drilling, brutalizing your precious ring with my girthy shaft. Each crash of my pelvis sending my throbbing length deeper into your filthy pit. Fully in and out, numbing and gaping your tender hole. "Yeah, you're a hot little three hole , no wonder he keeps you around," tormenting your innards as my dick through your colon. My voice ragged as your knot cinches tight around my stabbing shaft, "did you hear that? was that a whimper?" Tony holding back a laugh as he twists the barrel further into your throat. "I dunno, boss, but a, I thinka so." Thundering against you, sending my spearing cock hard to your walls, through gritted teeth, I snarl and spit "maybe not, besides, I want to bust a nut before you waste this bitch." Clawing my fingers to your hips as I batter hard. My nails tearing your flesh as my arms yank, wrenching your ass down on my fanatically pistioning cock. Each powered stroke of my turgid girth sending your bound body shuddering forward. Howling through gritted teeth, my body contorts and spasms, exploding a rush of thick cum into your dank ass. Streams of my hot spunk spurting from my manslit, gumming up and gagging your filthy hole. "Aaaahhhhh, now that's better," pulling my fat dick from your ass and wiping my seed to your scarlet stained cheek. Taking my time getting dressed, you holes leaking cum as your form drapes over the steel table. Reaching for an envelope, tucking the recently snapped photo next to the folded message then sealing it and duct taping it to your forehead. Glancing at Vito and Tony, "that asshole should be home now, dump his bitch on the front porch as she is." My heels click on the concrete floor as I stand beside your body, patting you on your head, "now be a good little messenger girl and make sure he gets my note." Tony hauls you over his shoulder and walks to the door with Vito as I turn back to my desk.   |
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WOW I want a message like that even though those guys talk funny  
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Mmmmm....damn! I suddenly seem to be all wet 
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