I was waiting for her at the entrance, looking out of the dirty autumn window between the floors. The house was a typical two-story "stalk" in the old district on the outskirts of our small provincial town. Almost pensioners alone lived in the house, but not only. There was also a young family living on this second floor: a husband and wife (my former classmate) and their children, a daughter and a son. It was their daughter, who recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I was waiting. Call her Daria, Dasha, Dashuley.

I noticed her not so long ago, because I had not seen their family for the last three years, when Dasha was still too shallow.

And I drew attention to it so. In honor of the day of knowledge, he decided to reduce his second grader son to a local recreation center for a concert and a cinema. We have a small town, so there is not so much entertainment in it. Plus, my classmate boasted in social networks that my daughter was an excellent dancer and supported this statement with photos from dance classes. I singled out her daughter right away: pretty face, long light blond hair, a bit of freckles and not too thin, tall for her age, a figure with a round, slightly too big, buttock and small, but sticking through tight-fitting clothes. That is, the figure is clearly in mom, but the face is more in dad, sometimes it happens. Mama is a brown-eyed slender and tall brunette, and Dad is tightly knit, of medium height, gray-eyed brown-haired.

And how she danced! Selflessly, gracefully, gracefully, like a butterfly fluttering! Plus this is her tight dance costume. So during the concert I managed to run to the toilet a couple of times and pull my “boyfriend” around.

In short, I decided to act. Tracking down the route and schedule of her movements was not particularly difficult, especially since I knew the address of her residence. For two months I thoroughly studied her schedule. She practiced three times a week: two days on weekdays until 4 and on Saturday until 6 in the evening. It was on Saturday that I decided to act. The road from the House of Culture to her house took 7–8 minutes, she returned with her twin friends from the neighboring house, and dispersed near her entrance. So the ambush site was not chosen by chance. Everything was ready: a gag for the mouth, a bag on the head, handcuffs from the sex shop for arms and legs, a ski mask on the face. The car was around the corner, and the rented apartment was waiting for its long-awaited guests in 2 blocks.

The end of October was in the courtyard, and the street lighting in the area was so purely symbolic, and with my help (and a fragment of brick) almost disappeared. Snow, too, has not yet fallen, so that only the ghostly silhouettes of rare passersby were guessed. The windows of her apartment went out to the garages behind the house, and not to the facade. So no force majeure was expected, everything should go according to plan.

And here comes the climax: I see the silhouettes of three friends. Two are small, with short black braids in identical jackets and hats, only one is white, the other is pink. And with them another girl, almost a head taller, in a beige jacket to the waist, the same beige hat with a pompon, tail to the waist and pants fitting her sporty legs and a rounded ass. They all had bags with changeable clothes in their hands. Well, this is also not an excess inventory for me.

Lord, how long they can not disperse, all do not talk!

So, everything, twins cute smacking with our Dasha and run home. Our future victim looks after them and heads for the entrance. I'm ready. I settle down at the entrance so as to be covered by the opened door. Heart pounding in a frenzied rhythm, the whole back is wet with sweat, the penis is standing like it never was, no matter how your pants are torn! She begins to open the old creaking door, when suddenly in the apartment on the first floor some kind of mongrel starts barking! Damn, I almost managed it, as if the whole plan was not covered with a copper basin! But, apparently, this is already a familiar affair, and Dashulya, as if nothing had happened, continues to move, not paying attention to the annoying barking.

Well, it's time to act. The door has already closed enough, I take two big, but soft steps and with a deft movement I cover her face with my large palm from behind my back. With the second hand, I put a bag over her head, pushing a part of it into her mouth as a gag. I drag my mouth with a rope and tie it on the back of my head. I quickly handcuff my hands on my back, then throw it on my shoulder and handcuff my ankles. All this takes no more than ten seconds, so two years of service in special forces were not in vain. Strange, but she does not resist at all, apparently fainted. Well, it's even easier. The dog continues to flood more than ever. I think that this is even better, our fuss is less audible. I put the fleeing boots in her own bag and go out with a girl thrown over her shoulder from the entrance. With my height of 192cm and weighing under 100kg, it is not difficult. There are no souls in the street. I quickly go around the corner to my car, open the back door and put the lifeless body in the back seat on its side so that the girl does not suffocate.

The way, as I said, we had a short one, to the same inconspicuous "Stalin" in a couple of blocks with a removable apartment on the first floor. On the way, I found her mobile phone, broke it apart and threw it into an urn.

Standing by the car at the right entrance, looking around. It takes a set of obviously drunk types, go by. The girl lies motionless. I decide to remove the bag from her face, first wearing a ski mask on her own. Lord, she is even nicer near! Snub nose, fluffy cilia, ruddy freckled cheeks, puffy lips around the mouth ajar. Her breathing is even, my dick is a stake. I take her bag with a shift, take out her T-shirt and white panties HB. I put them on my face, inhale the sweet aroma of girlish discharge, ironing my pants. No, it's too early to finish, the sweetest is yet to come.

I gag her and take her out of the car, gently carry her to the place of abuse. I open the door to the apartment, and then she begins to recover and sluggishly jerk her legs. During. I close the door and put Dasha on the couch face up. She starts to kick, her eyes in horror. Well, there is why to be horrified: a tall bogey with a mask on his face, knee-length pants and cowards, with a sticky 20 cm stick sticking out from the tip.

Still, my patience, too, there is a limit, it's time to start more active actions.

I undress naked, I leave the mask naturally. She is paralyzed from fear, lies and snores loudly, tries to squeal, but the gag in her mouth is reliable.

- Listen here, petty blyudyushka, very carefully and do not try to contradict if you want to leave here alive and relatively healthy. Do you understand?

Nods his head.

- Now I will remove the handcuffs from your legs, do not even think about twitching, lie down and sop on. Clear?

Nods.

I remove the handcuffs, does not twitch. I swallow socks, silent. I lick my feet and fingers for a long time through the pantyhose, but she is ticklish but suffers. I drag pants, then pantyhose, panties, from her zero emotion, only quiet sobs. I get up and admire the picture: a pretty girl with a dusted face and a gag in her mouth, long straight hair scattered all over the bed, a beige short puff, below the waist long slender bare legs slightly apart, between her legs a reddish fluffy triangle appears. I take out a mobile phone and take a few photos from different angles. There will then be something to jerk off. It is time to jacket. I break the toy handcuffs in half, leaving the fluffy rings on the wrists, undo the jacket zipper, under it a light jacket and a bra. Quickly I tear it all off. And now the victim is completely naked, not counting the remains of handcuffs and a gag. Dasha is lying in prostration, her arms and legs are spread out, as if waiting for hugs, boobs stick up with swollen big nipples. Ah, these teenage pink puffy nipples, they are just beautiful! Just a fallen angel! A few more frames in the archive.

- Spread your thighs apart, bitch! Yes, like this. Put your hands on your knees and spread them out with all your might. Oh no, stupid cow, pick up your ass above!

Palm on the inside of the hips a couple of times.

- Now, that's better. Look, ...