THE LIBRARY: Trying Out Part 40

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Finally, triumphantly, she straightened to emit the scream of all screams.

A hogtied Gwen Hennessey lay weeping in the dirt as the deliveryman raped Claire Holden in the deepest, darkest part of the wood.

The brunette sat on his haunches as he lay on his back, her ankles strapped to her thighs, her wrists strapped in the small of her back. The teacher held a thick, heavy bag over Claire’s head by the girl’s mouth, occasionally pinching her nostrils shut when not crushing her tits.

“What’s she supposed to be?” Al wondered quietly, admiring the white latex top (now around her collar) and black miniskirt (now around her hips), not to mention the gloves (still around her arms).

“Some sexy Jap video bitch,” Dotty sneered, making sure the shammy was nice and deep and full and tight in Claire’s moaning mouth, even through the bag.
Swanson had slammed into the girl, of course, just before she would have been able to scream, knocking the air out of her (again), and sending them both to the ground. There she sealed Claire’s mouth while securing her forearm on the girl’s throat.

“Well, look who we have here,” she had hissed in Claire’s horrified face.

She held the captive there, writhing like a beached fish, until Al appeared from behind a tree -- where he had been pissing after fucking the blonde while they waited for their chance to get Claire back.

They sniggered at the grieving girl as Al re-secured her while Dotty kept her quiet. “Thought you’d get away, huh?” the witch hissed as she clamped the girl’s mouth and pinioned her throat. “Thought the big brave men would rescue you, huh?” She looked up to smile at her partner, who was enjoying firmly re-restraining their first victim.

“No such luck,” he growled. “When we fuck ‘em, they stay fucked.”

There was no question of playing it safe. Even with the authorities fighting the fire, the two monsters immediately set about resoiling the brunette.

So, in the quiet of the woods, not fifty yards from where the motel was going down in flames, Al reinserted his cock into Claire Holden’s pussy, and rutted away.

Every once in a while, he’d reach over to give the blonde’s tit a “reassuring” squeeze.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he breathed, “Well get back to you soon enough….”

And they did. Once he finished repainting the brunette’s insides with a second coat of cum, Dotty re-revealed her despondent, shammy-stuffed face with a flourish, a split second before she resealed Claire’s bulging mouth with circle after circle of sealing tape.


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