The dark, dim ring is still in its place. The symbol of doom, pushing me to Masha's salvation. I take out a cooked rag from my pocket and quickly, with pressure, stuff a little girl in my mouth. She again realized that I would not back down and the pleas were useless, trying to escape, beating me with my knee, aiming at the groin, but not falling, and only getting an even bigger jerk of my weight. Tears sprinkle from her little eyes. Her hands are set behind her back and closed in my right palm, no one knows that we are here, in any case, I, at the risk, want to believe in it. The whine, barely audible through a rag, only confirms the silence, I take Masha under my dress with my left hand and grope my panties. With a jerk I pull them down, and she throws another portion of tears from her eyes. There is no place for sentiments, I cannot pay attention to such attention, and I try to focus on her, female beauty in my hands. I kiss her on the cheek, in the neck, taking in the fragrance of delicate maiden's skin, while at the same time under the dress I find a naked girl's crotch, and stretch it over my fingers. A member in trousers receives an impulse to tension, he will have to use Mach's impotence, to bring his master, me, illegal delight.

And Masha - salvation. She cries and can not understand me. What can I explain to her? Only undoing the buttons of the pants.

With her knee I push her slender, bare legs apart, lower the straps of the dress, revealing the poured girl's breasts. Little pink nipples turn me on even more, and I regard them as a work of art. Breathing is gaining heaviness. I squeeze my nipples with my lips, kissing each one in turn, Masha's chest stiffens, as if trying to push me away. I completely drowned in sex. My dick finds her vagina, rests against it, as before entering the inevitability, and the girl frantically jerks her legs. A rag tightly screams when the phallus, stretching the lips of the sponge moistened with my saliva, crawls slowly into the girl's body. Tears flow down to the girl's lips.

- Do not wriggle out - I whisper, and I promise. - I'll try not for long.

I try carefully, not to cause her breaks, with a minimum of pain, although I give an account that it cannot be avoided. I do not look into her eyes. Palm strokes Masha's ass, and the end, plunging completely into the defeated girl's vagina, begins smooth, leisurely frictions. I thank fate that Masha did not turn out to be a virgin.

She stops twitching, only turns her head to the side, covering her face with a scattering of hair. She does not want me to see her pain. She hates me and my end, pierced her vagina like a spear. Masha prayed that everything would end quickly.

I do not want to torment her for a long time, although I get great pleasure. I move the member in its flesh, standing leaning against the wall. The little woman's hole has slightly increased in size, but still fits tightly with the penis, which is pushed into it time after time, and Masha only twitches to the top in time with my jolts. The member is filled with desire, and I know that I will finish soon, having completed the girl test. I breathe hoarsely, I feel how her smooth little ass is covered afterwards. Masha completely ceased to resist, her body weakened, giving me complete freedom of sex. I decide to let go of her hands, and they, having received the will, pulled out a rag gag. There was a heavy sigh from the girl's chest, then another, and her palms rested against my chest. She no longer cries, appreciating the uselessness of the help, which, in her case, will be completely late, but only groans from each friction. I kiss Masha in my ear, clinging a curl of white hair with my tongue. I press her buttocks with both hands, I go as deeply as possible, and she lets me in, groaning and lifting her eyes up.I accelerate the movement, I see how quickly her legs are pulled apart. The girls' nails dig at my chest, hurting me like weak revenge for violence. The wave is growing below, from the groin, wanting to splash out, and I hope that this orgasm will not be in vain. The flow is selected to the head of the penis, I do the last push and sharply tearing the end out of the vagina. Orgasm spreads for me, the brain is disconnected from reality.

His eyes dimmed, and a flash of light hit his head. Here it is! The fireball blinds the eyes, exploding in the brain, the picture of the basement is lost, giving way to another ... The crash from the car that flew into the bus stop, the cry of passengers waiting for transport, but received a blow from the two cars that collided and entered them. The crunch of human bone. The moaning and crying, the lying body of the girl ...

The picture disappears suddenly, and I return with consciousness to the basement, to the place of perfect abuse. Masha sits on the floor and sobs quietly, again covering her face with her hair. Nearby are her ripped off, but the whole panties. With my dick dripping on the dirty floor of the sperm, leaving traces of the occurrence of forced sex. Body and soul are relaxed, I got what I was supposed to get. What we needed with a crying girl on the floor.

“Cattle,” she finally said. I see how she trembles from the stress experienced, for a young girl rape is always the worst nightmare. She cherished her body for the desired guy, and today I got a stranger in her life man. So thinks Masha. It is not in a hurry to get up, but only wrapped its arms around her bare knees. Just now I notice that Masha is barefoot, and shoes that have flown during sex are scattered on the floor. The feeling of pleasure is repressed by my sense of shame. I wanted - and did not want to.

- Creature ... - already louder. She cries bitterly. It is useless to make excuses, I know, but you need to have time to tell her before you hide. Make sure she is able to hear.

- Tomorrow morning ... Please, stay home. The accident, the car, "BMW" will fly into the bus stop, and you ... Just do not go to college.

She stops crying, looks at me like a crazy maniac. I read the thoughts in them and calm down, which means that she is conscious and at least understands the meaning I have said.

“Believe me,” I say finally. - And sorry. In another way would not work.

I quickly fasten my pants trousers, say goodbye to anger, but Masha’s eyes mixed with a certain spark of thought, and quickly disappear from the basement ...

* * * *

I fell asleep only in the morning. When dreams come, you change your reality, even for a while escaping from your own. This is useful not to go crazy.

Waking up in the afternoon, first of all I turned on the TV, the city news channel.

“... The morning accident on the road ... The collision of two cars, one of whose drivers were in a state of intoxication, could end in a real tragedy. A BMW made a car at the bus stop ... Two citizens - a man and a middle-aged woman, received moderate bodily injuries ... Delivered to a city hospital, their life is not in danger ... The driver of "BMW" ... - fixes the brain contains an important piece of news, and the heart lets go, when it reached the consolation finale that everyone is alive.

I make coffee for myself, but my thoughts go back to Masha. She was not there at that stop. She believed me or just stayed home after experiencing - I do not know. I do not see her now, but in any case I did everything I could for her. I believe that further this beautiful girl will have the same wonderful life, and she will forget me like an unpleasant dream.

I went over to the canvas, took a brush in my hands and tried to finish the painting, but it did not come out. Courage does not appear, and I leave the work unfinished. This has been going on for a month now. The phone rings. I look at the number and expect an absolutely predictable conversation with its owner. He is super-stable.

“Have you thought up? ... I am ready to increase the price,” I hear on the phone once again.

He will not rest until he gets it.He appreciates the beautiful and is confident that in his collection the work will be even more perfect, brighter, more valuable, turning almost into pricelessness. I answer him in advance with prepared phrases, and myself ... Read more →