Collected by Djian
It seems obvious, but this story is for adults only. If you are under
the age of 18 please leave this site, you don't belong here. I
will not be held responsible if children read this story. For the rest
of you, I hope you enjoy and can read - it's fiction.
Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison.
Any man who commit rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies
are all right if they not hurt somebody.
All Night Long
by Unknown
Being young, vivacious, and energetic, Jenny never thought about how
dangerous it could be to work the night shift at the 24 hour convenience
store. Needing help to supplement her partial loans while in college,
she eagerly accepted the offer for night work, which paid a good $1.50
and hour over minimum wage. It would demand a radical reordering of
schedule to make her 8 a.m. classes and get all her studying done. But
then again, nights were slow in the old convenience store, and she hoped
to be able to study some while being on the job. Her mother and father
were concerned about her safety, of course, and begged her to
reconsider. But she was young, vivacious and perky. She never thought
about the danger.
Until the second night on the job when she found herself electrified
with horror as she stared down the muzzle of a handgun aimed between her
eyes. There were two street thugs wearing oil stained denim jackets and
ski masks. They must've waited until the store was empty and Jenny was
distracted by her books. Then the exploded through the door, one of
them whipping the gun at Jenny while the other, tall enough to be a
professional basketball player, jumped up to snap the cable to the fixed
video monitor.
"Empty the cash, Bitch!" the gun toting thug orders. It takes a moment
for the words to register. Jenny fumbles with the keys on the cash
register, shaking so bad she keeps messing up. The goon behind the gun
barks at her to hurry up. Jenny sniffles back a single sob. The drawer
springs open. She quickly scoops out the bills, mostly ones, because
she can't keep any more than $50 in the drawer before depositing it in
the safe slot in the manager's office. As soon as she hands him the
money, Jenny snaps back against the wall, her hands up at her
shoulders. She's so scared, she's afraid that she might wet her blue
jeans.
"SHIT! Is that all?" the goon says, taking a quick count of the money.
"Open the goddam safe, Bitch!" He reaches out and grabs her by the
shoulder of her plain, pullover pink blouse, and pulls Jenny around the
counter. The two thugs push her back to the manager's office, a small,
closet like room in the back wall of the store. They push Jenny down on
her knees in front of the safe, but she just kneels there crying. She
doesn't know how to open the safe! All she does is slide the bills
through the slot!
"DO IT!" they order, and she hears the gun cock behind her head. She
tries to explain again that she doesn't know how. Luckily, in view of
her panic and tears, they believe her. "SHIT!" the tall one says. "This
ain't worth the risk! Tie the bitch up so she can't call no cops!"
Jenny obliges them by sitting in the manager's straightbacked chair and
putting her hands behind her back. Using ropes they have tucked in
their jackets, they tie her hands behind the chair and her ankles apart
to the legs of the chair. The tall on e picks up a roll of duct tape
from the rack behnd the counter and returns. Ripping off a short piece
of tape, he plasters it over Jenny's lips to keep her quiet. "Okay,
let's go!"
"NO! Wait a minute man! Look at her! Ain't she fine?" "Com'on, man.
We ain't got no time! I ain't risking my ass for this lousy $40 some
bucks!" "Just a little look!"
Jenny's eyes get big as saucers as the smaller thug reaches for her pink
blouse. With a strong, rapid series of jerks, he rips it apart down her
front! Jenny cringes, her well-filled, satiny bra jutting out for their
view. Her dime-sized nipples, hard with the chill of fear, protrude
visibly through the fabric. The cleavage of her fair-skinned breasts
heaves with her panicked breaths.
"Goddam! She sure is a sexy piece!" the smaller thug says as Jenny
blushes. "Okay, man! Let's go!" the tall one answers, not so
interested in Jenny as making his getaway.
But his buddy is getting into this. He tickles Jenny's nipples through
the bra as he cups and hefts her bosoms. Then, with a startling motion,
he buries his fingers in her cleavage, grabbing the front of her bra.
Giving a sudden pull, he almost ya nks Jenny over, chair and all. But
the bra strap snaps and pulls away! Her white, beaming breasts bounce
apart, free!
"OH SHIT!" she cries, but it just comes out a squeal. Suddenly, she
feels his bristly skin mask on her bare tits as his lips hastily suck
one nipple, and then the other. His teeth nip playfully at the erect
buttons of skin. Then, he bites. Jenny squeals loudly, more in fear
than pain.
"Shut up, Bitch!" he slaps her face. She sees stars! She can't help but
cry. He slaps her face again.
"I said SHUT UP!" The angry thug takes a long, wide sweeping blow,
slapping open handed at Jenny's out thrust breast! Her breasts bounce
together and jiggle apart, a red hand print gradually appearing over her
tit! He steps to the side and slaps her again, hard as h e can, right
on her other tit! He loves the power! As Jenny squeals behind the
tape, he swats and slaps her tits back and forth, until the orbs turn a
light, splotchy red.
"Hey, come on, you asshole!" the tall thug grabs his friend by the back
of his jacket. "We gotta get outta here!" Jenny is thankful as the
bigger youth drags his friend out the front door. Her breasts still
sting, but she is alive! She pants for breath as her head slumps,
relaxing. She looks around for some way to get help. The phone is on
the desk, but she can't reach it, tied to the chair. The only way t
move to the phone is to leap and scrape her whole chair across the
floor. She's not moving but a couple of inches with each surge, and
soon, she's winded. She still can't reach the phone!
"Hey, Calvin! There's nobody here!"
"Quick, Bro! Grab the candy!"
"Candy?! Fuck that! Grab the beer!!!"
Jenny freezes to hear the voices of several kids outside in the store.
They haven't found her yet, but she can tell from their voices that they
are black children, far too young to be out on the streets this time of
night. She could barely see a co uple of them as they dart past the
doorway to raid the refrigerators of their beer and wine. The two kids
look to be maybe twelve years old. Jenny squeals for help. "SHHH! Did
you hear that, man?"
"Quick! Put everything back!"
"Naw, man! Let's scram!"
Suddenly, one of the young, black faces pokes in the office door. He
does a double take at Jenny, tied in her chair, her blouse way down her
back and her naked chest pointing up at him.
"Holy SHIT!" he says, sounding shocked. But then he smiles a wide grin.
"HEY! Come look at this!"
Jenny tries to talk to them, shaking her head and squealing. She wants
to tell him she's been robbed. She wants to tell him to call the
police. She wants to tell him to untie her and cover her nakedness. But
she can't tell him anything with this t ape on her mouth! The other
faces start peering in through the door. There's two of them. Three.
Four! FIVE! Five astonished black faces staring at her, ranging in
age from about fourteen down to about ten! Jenny is so embarrassed!
Her pink face blushes deep red as she continues to squeal at them.
"Shit! A white bitch!" "Shit! She's NAKED!" "Shit! Look't them
TITTIES!"
"Shit! Let me see!" "Shit! I wanna FEEL!" "Shit! I wana see her
PUSSY!" They all chattered at once! To these street urchins, Jenny was
just a prize they found at t he store! They rush to her, and she can't
tell whose hands belong to who! They are rubbing her torso, grabbing
handfuls of her breasts, stroking and pulling her long, golden hair!
They pinch her tawny nipples, pull and twist them. The older kid l icks
her cheek and sticks his tongue in her ear.
"Come on! Get her outta this chair!" They untie Jenny from the wooden
chair, but keep her hands tied behind her back as they continue feeling
her roughly. The office is too small, so they hop her out the door into
the store. She feels her tight blue jeans give! THESE KIDS ARE PULLING
DOWN HER PANTS! Her jeans and panties bunch around her ankles, binding
her feet together! She tries to pull away from them, and the whole
tangle of people go down on the floor together. Suddenly, Jenny hears a
loud crack! It sounds almost like a gun! But then the burning pain
hits her bottom! The smaller kids back away as she sees the older one
with a doubled up, leather belt!
"GIT UP, BITCH!" he shouts, letting another blow fly! It cracks across
her ass like the first, leaving a similar, ruddy imprint on her bare
bottom. Jenny screeches through the tape gag and rolls onto her back
and bound arms to protect her poor bott om. But that doesn't matter to
the boy. WHOOSH! POW!!! The wide, doubled belt cracks across her bare
bosoms! The pain is awful!
"GIT UP ON THIS TABLE!" he barks sweeping the baseball card display from
the short, folding table nearby. Jenny strains, but can't stand up.
She earns herself another hard lash across her breasts! Somehow, she
rolls to her knees and struggles to h er feet. The older kid hands the
smallest boy his belt, giving instructions. "If the bitch tries to
move, whack her!"
Immediately, Jenny gets lashed across the small of her back just for
fun. All the rowdy boys are laughing and jeering her. They pinch her,
and spank her, making her twitch so the little kid will hit her again.
The big boy returns with the roll of duct tape. He pushes her onto the
table on her back. Untying her arms first, he folds them to two of the
table legs and tapes her wrists in place. Then, he pulls off her jeans
and panties and shoes, and tapes her ankles to the other two legs. Jen
ny is stretched out on her back, stripped completely nude for the street
kids!
"Now, for some FUN!" the fourteen year old announces, whicking down his
own hip hop pants. Jenny's green eyes bug open to see his snake of a
cock, semi-stiff, hanging about nine inches between his legs! He grabs
her hips and yanks her closer to the edge of the table. Storking his
proud cock, it stands like a spear!
"PUSSY TIME!" he yells, and the other boys laugh. With one thrust, his
rock hard penis spears into her pink pussy! Jenny howls! Tears squirt
from her eyes! He starts pounding into her pussy! One of the other
kids climbs on the table, straddling h er chest. His weight on her
freshly beaten boobs makes it hard for her to breathe. His pants unzip,
and the aroma of filthy crotch sickens her. He rips the tape from her
lips. She starts to scream, but her mouth is stuffed with flaccid
penis, rig ht up to the tight curls! Instantly, the cock in her mouth
grows hard as he starts fucking her head! Jenny's mouth and pussy are
being raped at the same time! She thinks she'll pass out, but suddenly,
her mouth floods with salty, bitter cum! Gush after gush curdles her
tongue! In her position, she can't help but swallow if she want to
breathe!
The youth on her chest dismounts just as the one at her hips increases
his pace! He punches her in the stomach, making her clench and contract
on his cock! He reaches up with both hands, sinking his fingers into
her sore tits! He pulls himself hard into her! He growls as he
approaches his orgasm. Balling his hands into fists, he pounds the soft
orbs of her breasts as his hot cum erupts, flooding her cunt in pulse
after pulse after pulse! Some of the other kids standing nearby have
been masturbating themselves. As the older one yells with delight, the
other kids ejaculate, too. Their youthful jism shoots high, landing in
thick strings across her red tits and tormented face! She is glistening
with goo!
The next thing Jenny knows, she is alone again, but still bound on her
back on the table in the store. As her senses return, she realizes she
is completely displayed before the plate glass store front. She jerks
and twists, trying to tear the tape bonds, jiggling her tits nicely for
anyone who would pass by on the street. She manages to loosen one of
her wrists. She is panting and crying, as her wrist is chafed by the
tape. Finally, she manages to tear her right hand free. She twists
with her right hand to reach her left. Peeling little by little at the
tape, she works her left hand free. Then she sits up, stooping over to
tear the tape on her ankles. She peels her right ankle out of the
bonds. One more to go!
"Well, well, well, well!" a male voice laughs. Jenny jumps upright,
quickly wrapping an arm around her bare breasts and tucking a hand over
her pussy fleece.
"Help me!" she immediately pleads. "Please help me! The store was
robbed and I was tied up. Then I was raped by a bunch of boys! Please
help me! Call the cops!" From the looks of the skinny, pimply faced
white geek, grinning from ear to ear, Jenny will not get much
compassion.
"Are you Jennifer Briggs?" he asks.
"How did you know my name?" Jenny looks at him, eyes wide with confusion
and alarm. "I'm Leonard. I'm the guy whose job you stole. Looks like
you just got what you had coming!"
"I did NOT steal your job!" Jenny objects. "I answered the ad in the
window! That's all. I don't even know you! Now, please, help me!"
"I'm the guy they laid off to make room for you, Bitch! And from the
looks of your pretty piece of ass, I can figure out why!" Jenny felt
fear surging again. This guy didn't even know her, but he hated her!
Things did not look good. Regardless of the show, Jenny bends down to
tear her last bond open. When she does, this angry geek grabs her arms
and wrenches them behind her, whisking the duct tape around her wrists
and up to her elbows. Her arms are so tightly bound, it forces her to
arch her back, and her high, firm, chafed tits point high.
"Ow! Stop that! OWWWOWW! Why are you doing this to me? I didn't fire
you!" Jenny howls.
"I came to rob the store tonight, Cunt!" he seethes. "But it looks like
someone beat me to it! I was gonna get YOU in trouble so YOU'D quit or
get fired! But I think this is even better!"
He tapes her free leg back to the table leg, so she's sitting on the
edge of the table, arms taped together behind her, sitting at
attention. "They might have robbed the place, but I don't think they
trashed it enough!" he says. In fury, he turns over a couple of the
snack shelves. He takes a display tree and smashed the glass out of the
popcorn machine. He hits the Icee machine, right beside Jenny, knocking
the tap out of it. Bright blue, red and green ice concoction spew out
the front, sloshing across Jenny's chest and side, flowing down her
stomach and pooling under her ass! The frozen slush is so startlingly
cold, her nipples draw up, long and stiff, almost like little pinky
fingers sticking out of her tits! Her areolas draw up into tight
puckers. The slush, coursing and draining over her, makes her breasts
and ribs ache terribly! After a long time, the machine empties. Jenny
is shivering, sticky and wet as the slush melts off of her skin.
"You look chilly!" Leonard laughs, flicking her fully erect nipples.
"You need something to warm you up!"
He fetches a roasting hot dog in a pair of tongs from under the cook
lamp. Jenny sees it steaming as Leonard fingers the lips of her pussy
apart. "NO!" she cries as he jams the hot weiner up in her cold pussy!
Then he fetches another hot dog, and stuffs it in, too! Then a third!
The fourth breaks as he tries to stick it in her! Her pussy is stuffed
with steaming hot meat! Her tears flow again.
"Smells yummy!" Leonard laughs. "But I always like some cheese on my
hot dogs!" He sticks the nozzle of a can of cheese whiz up into her
cunt! He presses the button, and thick cheese squirts into her, too,
filling her entire pussy! Jenny is utterly humiliated!
"Looking mighty tasty, Jenny!" Leonard laughs. "Better hope the rats
don't come in from the storage room! They might just eat you up!"
Laughing at his own jokes, Leonard runs down the aisle, knocking
merchandise onto the floor. Jenny cringes, hearing jars and bottles
smashing. Once in a while, he pauses to pick up an item of interest,
but mostly he just trashes the enter store. Jenny struggles with her
bonds, but quickly tires out. She has been through so much! She feels
faint.
"HEY! No sleeping on the job!" Leonard yells, slapping Jenny across the
face. "You know what this place needs is a good security system to let
you know when robbers and thugs are coming in! I have just the thing!"
In horror, Jenny watches as Leonard pulls from his pocket a pair of
steel paper clamps he picked up from the school supplies! Each is about
two inches wide, with incredibly tight springs. He forces one open.
Jenny tries to back away as he nears on e of her stiff, bronze nipple
buds. Then, he lets it snap right on her sensitive point! Jenny
screeches with pain, feeling as though her nipple has been bitten off!
But the steel clamp still hangs on the end of her round breast. Then,
he snaps the twin clip on the other nipple! Tears stream down her
cheeks!
Leonard unravels a spool of string, tying one end to a clip. Then he
unravels a lot of string, cuts it, and ties the other end to the other
clip. Slowly, Leonard draws up the slack as he walks toward the door of
the store. Jenny hears the click as he locks the entry door. Then he
slips out the exit door, standing with his foot to keep it from closing,
and ties the string to the door handle. Jenny sits bolt upright on the
table, arching forward as the string pulls her nipple clips toward the
door. She can see her nipples slightly extended from her chest.
"See how it works?" Leonard beams with his brilliance. "When an
intruder comes, he'll try to push the enter door. With that locked,
he'll PULL the exit door! And when he does, the ALARM will go off,
won't it, Jenny dear?"
"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS! NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Jenny begs. With glib wave, the disgruntled Leonard disappears into the
night, leaving Jenny alone and terrified. The clamps on her tits hurt
terribly. She can see her nipples flattened out in their grip. And if
someone tries to come in, they'll pluck her nip ples right off!
She wiggles and squirms, her full pussy squishing out cheese, trying to
loosen the tape on her arms and feet. But every time she tugs the cord
to the door causes her to cry out with pain! Still, she strains and
sobs, desperate to free herself, until her entire body shimmers with
sweat. After a long silence, Jenny starts to see a shadowy figure
lurching down the sidewalk in front of the store! Whoever it is can see
her right in front of the door, stark naked and displaying her tits for
the world! From the way he staggers, Jenny knows him to be the sloppy
wino, Dexter, who hangs out around these parts. And he's coming for the
store!
"NOOO!" Jenny screams as he bangs into the locked entry door.
Staggering, he moves to the exit door! If only Jenny could wave her
hands and flag him down! Sure enough, the alarm sounds: it is Jenny's
voice! She screams for all she's worth: "NO NO NO NO NO
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He pulls the door! The string twangs tight! Jenny's
tits leap forward from her chest! and the horrible, biting clips rip
from her nipples! Jenny falls to her back on the table, unconscious.
When Jenny awakens, she screams again. Surprisingly, she is standing
now, facing the counter. Her wrists are taped apart to the metal bars
supporting the overhead cigarette rack, her feet taped apart to the ends
of the counter. She hurts. Her nipples, now engorged and purple, sting
with the very air that touches them. Bruises splotch her breasts,
sides, hips and shapely ass. She tenses to feel fingers prying apart her
bottom cheeks from behind. Something very cold and very hard prods at
her anus! Straining to look over her shoulder, she glimpses the old,
gray haired wino stooped. What is he doing to her now? "Stop! Please!
Let me go! I've been raped and beaten! I can't stand anymore!
Please!"
"You ain't had it up the ass yet!" the lusty wino growls, taking a slug
from a bottle of cheap liquor. He tosses the open stick of margarine on
the counter beside her.
"YOU CAN'T!" Jenny squalls as she feels his meaty erection poking at her
clenched hole. He tries several jabs before he realizes that she's
right-he CAN'T! But he aims to fix that! He fetches a long neck bottle
of beer from the cooler. Crouching down, he works the frigid bottleneck
into her bum! Jenny fights, but it's too hard and sharp!
"This'll loosen you up!" he laughs. "A cold beer fixes most anything!"
The condensation on the cold bottle makes it slick. He slides the
bottleneck up into her rear! Jenny shrieks and jerks! If only he had
removed the crimped bottlecap first!
After spreading her ass with the bottle for awhile, he wiggles it back
out. Jenny is scratched and stretched! It is no problem for Dexter now
to jam the knobby head of his cock through the loosened opening. He
growls as she clenches down on his invading cock! It's been a long time
since he had a girl. Without regard for Jenny's squeals and shouts, he
rams into her ass like a freight train! Jenny almost jumps up on the
counter! Raped in the ass by a wino! Throughout the humiliation, Jenny
imagines his filth, the diseases he may carry! She cries through it
all! As the wino picks up his tempo, approaching orgasm, he reaches
around her, grabbing a fleshy bosom in each hand, using them like reins
to pull her down on him. He pinches and rolls her nipples, already
skinned by the clips! Then, she feels him cum! It feels like an enema
flooding her rectum! Ecstatic, he yells, clenching her aching breasts!
Then he collapses away from her. Jenny weeps for herself. Will no one
take pity on her? Doesn't crime and brutality bother anyone anymore?
Dexter leaves her weeping as he buckles his pants, and collects several
bottles of free beer and wine. Immediately, Jenny starts working on her
bond again. Jerking on the poles, the plastic cigarette rack cracks,
falling a striking her over the back of the head. At least now she can
bend the cheap aluminum pole and work her wrists free-maybe. The d uct
tape continues to bind and stick. Finally, she works one thick, duct
tape bracelet off of a pole. In no time, she tears through the other
wrist restraint. She stoops for her ankles, laying her face against the
counter.
"HEY!" Dexter blares, grabbing Jenny's thick blond hair and jerking her
head up and back. "Where do you think you going? You ain't gonna tell
no cops about me! NO YOU AIN'T!" The worried wino pushes her forward,
thumping her forehead against the counter! Jenny sees stars! Her knees
crumble and she slumps down, sprawling on her back across the floor,
ankles still bound to the ends of the small counter.
Am I awake? Jenny wonders. Am I alive? She feels alert, but can't see
much. Slowly, she realizes that the wino has tied her up, arms behind
and legs together, and dragged her into the storage room behind the
office. It is dark and cold in here, e specially being naked on the
concrete floor. She has no idea what time it is. She starts to twist
and snake herself around on the floor. The conrete is rough and gritty
on bare skin, she must take it slow. At first, Jenny arches up on her
shoulde rs, trying to pull or push herself with bound legs. She then
tries crawling like and inchworm, arching her ass up in the air,
bringing knees to chest and sliding forward. Both methods chafe her
skin on the concrete. She tries rolling over and ove r toward the
door. That works well, until she accidentally bowls over a stack of
empty packing boxes, and shrieks to see rats scurrying all around her
for cover! Suddenly, Jenny is on her knees, hopping to her feet,
leaping and hopping for her life out of the rat infested storage room.
She slumps into the wooden chair in the managers office once again. She
is panting lusciously with the exertion. Jenny sees the telephone.
Leaning down, she knock the phone off its cradle with her chin. Hearing
the dial tone, Jenny picks up a pen cil from the desk in her
teeth-aiming for the three digits -- 9 - 1 - 1! It's hard to line up
the pencil with the digits. Each one she presses slides the phone a
little farther out of her reach. As she presses the last digit, the
receiver falls of the edge of the desk, pulling the telephone with it!
The cheap telephone smashes on the floor! It is dead!
Jenny whines with frustration and disappointment. Instantly, she thinks
of the phone at the front counter. Perhaps it is still working. She
has no choice but to try, or hide. Mustering her courage, Jenny hops
out of the manager's office into the store. The floor is covered with
debris from the trashing, and she has to be very careful about falling.
Jenny notices that the sky is just beginning to lighten with the
approaching dawn. She has been here, naked, tied up and victimized all
night long!
She makes quite a vision as she hippety-hops behind the counter, her
bare, reddened tits jumping and jiggling! Reaching the phone, she tips
the receiver off the cradle. She bends down to listen for the dial
tone. Just then, behind her, she hears the door open and the merry
whistling of a customer! Again mortified, Jenny hastily plops down on
her ass behind the counter to hide herself.
"Holy Toledo! What the hell happened here?" the older man says aloud.
Jenny recognizes the voice. It is old Mr. Schibbel, the kindly man who
stops in many mornings if it is dry outside. He comes in wearing his
bright blue warm-up suit after his morning walk, buys a cup of coffee
and a newspaper and usually tells a joke or two. Dear old Mr.
Schibbel! Surely he will help!
"Mr. Schibbel?" Jenny asks from her crouched hiding. "Is that you?"
"Jennifer, dear! Are you alright? It looks like a tornado hit!"
"I'm alright, Mr. Schibbel. We were robbed last night. I need your
help!"
"Are you hurt? Where are you?"
"DON'T LOOK!" Jenny warns him off. "I was... The robbers... some
kids... I - I... T-they raped me... I'm n-naked... please don't look."
"Oh, you poor kid!" Old, pudgy Mr. Schibbel says, tentatively leaning
across the counter and peering down to see Jenny's long, smooth legs
extended, wrapped in thick duct tape. "What's happening to the world
today?"
"Could you please call the police? A-And find me something to wear..."
"Certainly, Jenny. Where's the phone?"
"Well, the phone in here is broken... I dropped it. But there's a pay
phone right outside!"
"But, Jenny, Dear-I only got a buck for my coffee and paper. I'll have
to get some change!" With that, Mr. Schibbel bounds around the counter
for the open cash register.
"NO! Mr. Schibbel! Don't! Don't look!" Jenny sobs, hunching her
shoulders over and drawing up her knees into a little ball of nudity.
It's plain that curiosity has gotten the best of her old friend. He
glances rapidly over her tawny, somewhat bruised, back and shoulders.
"It's all right, Jenny. I just need to get a quarter. I'm not looking
at your nakedness." He plucks a quarter from the change drawer, and
slowly backs around the corner again. Jenny sighs in relief,
straightening up. How her legs and arms ache! In a moment, she hears
Mr. Schibbel return to the store from outside. "I called the police,
Dear. They should be here shortly." "Thank you. I knew you'd help.
Are you going to wait? Did you find me anything to wear?"
"I don't see anything, Jenny. I'll look in a moment. First, I want to
get my coffee. Would you like some? It would steady the nerves...
Warm you up..." Immediately, he pours two cups of coffee from the
machine.
"I-I can't drink coffee, Mr. Schibbel... The police will be here soon.
Could you PLEASE find me something to wear?"
"Sure, Jenny, sure. But first, have some coffee..." Leaning over the
counter, he extends her a cup of coffee. For the first time, the old
man glimpses her bare breasts from above her. They jut out so round,
and beautifully capped with dark, rosy nipples, still hard from their
pinching. He can't help himself. He pauses to stare down on the girl.
Soon, Jenny senses his gaze. She turns her face up to see him, catching
him in his stare. "MR. SCHIBBEL!" The old man jumps in surprise! He
fumbles back, almost dropping the cup he holds. He catches the cup,
but not before it slips in his fingers, splashing Jenny's upturned chest
with the steaming coffee! AND it is hot! Scaulding hot! McDonalds,
Lawsuit HOT! The coffee sloshes over her smooth, round bosoms, turning
them instantly red as she screeches:
"OWW! OOOHOOOONNOOO! OOOOOOOH!" She rolls out of the way, scooting up
onto the front window ledge, blowing on her own tits to cool the burn.
"I'm sorry, Jenny! I'm sorry!" Mr. Schibbel says, watching her huff and
puff on her heaving orbs, her arms still pinned behind her back.
Watching her, even old Mr. Schibbel feels an excited stirring in his
warm-up pants. "Mr. Schibbel! That HURT! Why don't you go find me
something to COVER UP!"
"It was an accident, Jenny! I didn't m-mean to!" the old man stutters.
"I'll bet!" Jenny sobs. "It's been the same all night! Nobody helps
me! Everybody wants to hurt me! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME! You see a young
girl tied up and helpless, and you TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME!" Mr. Schibbel
listens to Jenny fuss and cry and vent her frustrations, his eyes
scanning her vulnerable body constantly. When she finally calms down,
he says, "You're right, Jenny Dear. I've always thought you were a
pretty girl, and I can't help my self from wanting to look at you..."
Angry, Jenny loses her composure. She sits up straight on the window
ledge, arching her back, raising her red breasts high and firm, shaking
them and posing nude for the old man. "HERE! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT TO
SEE? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A PICTURE, YOU OLD COOT!"
"Now calm down, Jennifer! Here! Have another cup!" It's no accident
this time. The old man throws the other cup of coffee on her, splashing
her again on the tits!
"OOOOWWWWWWIEEEE!!!" Jenny slams back against the window, jumping to
her feet. "I TOLD you that HURTS!! OOHHHOOWWWW!" >"Why should I care?"
the old man responds. "I'm just like all the others, remember?"
"No, no, no! I didn't mean it!" Jenny suddenly changes her tune. "I'm
SORRY! You're my friend, Mr. Schibbel! You called the cops, right?
They're coming now, right?"
"That's right, Jenny dear. So you'd better hurry!" With that, the old
man comes behind the counter with her. He yanks down his elastic
waisted jogging pants and his baggy underwear, revealing his shriveled
cock, framed in wiry gray hair. "Get on your knees and blow your old
friend, Jenny!"
Jenny sobs at the sight of the formerly friendly old man, now standing
like a pervert before her. Is nothing sacred? Doesn't anyone in the
world feel compassion anymore? Is she nothing more than a mouth and
pussy with tits to anybody? Mr. Schibbe l answers the questions in her
head by grabbing her hair and pulling her down to her knees...
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