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Click hereThe oldest most disgusting looking one spoke, "So this is the bitch stealin our work. Well honey we're gonna fuck you and then fuck you up, send you back to Yankee land where you belong."
Before I could do much of anything the two bigger ones had my arms, I was kicking and screaming when the third guy punched me in the face, I saw nothing but stars as my ears wrung. When my head cleared my hands were tied behind my back with wire, my pants were hanging off one leg, there was a guy holding each leg and the guy who clocked me was ripping my panties off. As he got on his knees and lined up his cock he spit on my vulva, then wiped some spit on his dick and went to push inside me.
Part two is written and being edited. It will post about a week after this one.
This is an enjoyable read, and I'm looking forward to reading Chapter 2. But worried about the assault. I'm not saying that it shouldn't have been written only that I'm worried about your well-developed female protagonist. I like her. I wonder what else Mo is not telling her.
I know it's the wrong part of the country, but when Earleen first met Mo, I could have sworn there were banjos playing in the background. The give and take between the two, along with the fake hick accent, is fascinating as I don't usually find it in these stories. All I can say is, well done and looking forward to those three sparkies getting their comeuppance.