suck, then I'll fuck!

He held my head with his hands and with force pushed the penis into my mouth. My strength was not enough to resist him. It turned out only sluggish unlocking.

- Yes, like this! Suck Suck Not so bad! Now you clean it and come to taste! Yes! Suck

Vomit piece of meat moved in my mouth.

- Yes, little damn! Suck it up! Do your dirty shly business.

He hammered a dick a few more times.

- “He will break my teeth now”

Caustic, sour, vomit sperm filled his mouth.

- Swallow, swallow, bitch small!

Muddy finally left my mouth. I coughed and gagged on the floor with saliva, his sperm and stomach contents.

- See you, pussy fine - he quickly hid a member and retreated from the dryer.

I sat on the floor next to a pool of my own vomit and cried.

- Bah! It's a small world! - I met my rapist on the site. - Well, hello bitch!

- Hello.

- Did you miss my cock already ?!

I kept silent.

- Well why are you quiet? Tell me, did you like it then? You like it when you are raped hard, and not to masturbate every kid.

- Y-yes.

- Great. I'm clean by the way. Today I can tear you to the fullest, in all your sweet, fucking holes.

- Only not here - I looked around. - There is one place. It's quiet there. Nobody happens and nothing is heard.

“Do you want to scream when I fight you?”

- I do not know.

- Well, lead.

- Right here - we reached the old barn near the apple orchard.

- A good place. And the truth is empty, there is no one. No one will hear your screams.

- Yours too - the stick which has sharply flown in a temple, has extinguished light for the tyrant.

I sat behind my friend. On the left and right of him, my other friends were sitting, forming a circle. In the circle lay my rapist. He moved.

- You che, shantropa, finally bold? Do you know who you ran into ?!

A blow to the back of the sixth stopped him trying to get up.

- Well, such small ones, let me just get up! - he tried to get up again and was again stopped by a blow.

- Yes, you already corpses. I will only get home.

“You expect to get home,” he smiled ironically.

A new stab on the backslash, fell on the head and on the rapist's face, his blood flowed.

- In vain you touched her. She has a lot of friends - a few more beats with sticks in different parts of the body.

“I told you, I have many friends.”

The plant has embraced me.

- C-bitch! - A new blow has deprived him of consciousness.

- Petrovich!

The man hardly rose from his improvised stove bench under the trees.

- Hi guys! Oh, Masha brought with them. At least some joy for old eyes.

- We brought a present here to you - Wrote the package.

The package was weighty and jingled glass of alcoholic beverages.

- And your pigs brought dressing - Turned turned around.

A pair of thick guys dragged a big bag. In the bag, something moved sluggishly.

- Who is there with you?

- Bad person.

- And who is he?

- I do not know. There were no documents. Only here - the factory has got someone else's wallet and extracted from it a thick wad of money. - Half to you, as usual.

- What about what?

- Masha offended.

- Masha ?! - Petrovich's nostrils flared angrily.

- Where is it?

- In the barn red tape.

The rapist was dragged out of the bag onto the dry ground of the shed. In his mouth was a gag from some rags. Arms and legs were tied. A crust of dried blood covered the head and face.

“Bad people do bad things,” said Petrovich, chaining the rapist into heavy shackles. - Bad people do not know that retribution is near.

He got up. Came to the table. Took something.

- Look! - he showed the rapist a piece of metal. - This is a knife for castration of pigs.

The rapist was brought in, suspecting something was wrong. A wooden pole and strong arms suddenly pressed against his neck, restricting the air.

“Bad people do not live long,” said Plant, strangling the rapist.

Sculpted steel proportioned fabric, then leather. The held man screamed through the gag, then shifted to a squeak.

- Bad people die a long, ugly death - the old pig farmer stuck his hand into the weathered fabric and squeezed.

The rapist gurgled. Petrovich pulled his hand back. From the bloody fingers hung the remains of eggs.

- Good pig, good - Petrovich stroked the rapist on the head.

The plant has let him go. The rapist just howled and limply sobbed.

- Pig! Pig! Pig! - called pig breeder. - Pig! Pig! Pig, my pigs!

There was a grunt. The corral where the rapist was chained was filled with pigs.

- In vain you touched her - in the eyes of the Factory there was no compassion, only tin and contempt.

The big boar came up to the rapist and sniffed it. In the eyes of the beast there was nothing but just interest. Hungry interest. He stuck his nose in ripped pants, to where blood was leaking.

- Mmmmm! - The rapist screamed through the gag when the pig grabbed his cock, tearing off a piece of meat.

- Enjoy your holiday! - the door to the barn closed.

Scum left alone in the barn with its executioners.