my hair and trying to pull like a sled. I didn’t scream, and didn’t cry, I collected the rest of my strength, I believed to the last that I must survive, and if I die at the hands of a maniac, I’ll sell my life as expensive as possible. Bright thoughts flashed through my head, I imagined that before my very death I would surely ask him to suck off, and I would suck deeply and with zeal a prostitute-fanatic, and in a second my jaw would close at the very base, and I will tear out my teeth with all the wires this shaggy trash ...

He led me first to a tree planting, then we crossed the field and soon came to the wooden fence behind which was the house, his house. I looked to the east and saw that the sky was becoming bright, the darkness was receding. At that moment I felt so sick before that I would never see the dawn ...

Once in the house, the guy closed the door behind him and lit the light in the hallway. From the light of a lonely, but extremely bright lamp, I lost my sight, my eyes did not have time to get used so quickly. But when I saw the sight, and saw the face of this villain standing, like me naked in the corridor, then at the first second I thought that this was a completely different person, I could not believe that a young thin guy who timidly tried to approach me on the shore the night lake, in fact, turned out to be an adult half bald, bony peasant of 40-45 years old. He had rotten nails on his hands and feet, he was covered with veins all over, and his face ... His face was nasty and wrinkled, his mustache, which so nicely tickled my neck, turned out to be rare and protruding in different directions, Cat Basilio from the movie "Buratino".

The monster was eager to continue. He dragged me into a tiny shower made me lie down on the floor and spread my legs. His tired member, he again and again rubbed against my beaten pussy, but the member did not how could not gain strength in order to harden. Then, from somewhere on the side, he pulled out a short rubber hose and connected it to a faucet with water, and the other end he plentifully smeared with liquid soap and put it in his ass. Barely reaching for the crane, he just slightly opened the valve of the crane, and his ass began to fill with water from the inside, from which his penis immediately jumped and went to my crack. From overexcitement, coming from the overcrowded backside, he quickly finished, came out of me and put me on my knees so that I licked the sperm from his still solid penis head. At that moment, the decisive hour came for me, I never for a second forgot about what I wanted to do with this freak.

It's amazing how clearly and quickly the mind of a person approaching death works. Being in a hopeless situation, even to the most desperate person, every second more and more new thoughts about salvation enter the head. One of these thoughts visited me. When I had already swallowed a member who was dirty from sperm and was close to automatically closing my teeth. My hand grabbed a water supply valve, a hose inserted into the ass, and in just one hundredth of a second I unscrewed the valve counterclockwise to the stop, allowing the powerful flow of water to rush into this devil. Everything happened so fast that his penis literally vomited from my mouth, the whole body of this monster began to shake convulsively, and he began to tumble into his side like an old rotten poplar, and the hose with a nasty clap shot out of his backside and began to shoot everyone around. When falling, the peasant hit his head against the wall of the shower and sank to the floor. His eyes were bulging from unbearable pain, and no longer responded to the powerful jets of water, whipping him right in the face.

I decided not to turn off the water, and leave everything there as it is, I do not know how many hours or days I beat him and doused the mad rubber hose, for me it was already indifferent.Once in the corridor, I struggled with the old front door lock, and when I opened it, I went out into the courtyard and saw a new day being born before my eyes. The young sun had just risen above the horizon and was already beginning to gently warm my skin. I walked naked in the wheat field and the fertile spikelets tickled me no worse than the antenna of Basilio the cat.