Message-ID: <7027eli$9803171858@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Greatness Subject: SYORY (All Night Long) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="Allnight.txt" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="Allnight.txt" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <350E9866.3C5B@3-cities.com> "All Night Long" Author Unknown Being young, vivacious, and energetic, I never thought about how dangerous it could be to work the night shift at the 24-hour convenience store. Needing help to supplement my partial loans while in college, I 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 my schedule to make my 8:00 a.m. classes, and get all my studying done. But then again, nights were slow in the old convenience store, and I hoped to be able to study some while being on the job. My mother and father were concerned about my safety, of course, and begged me to reconsider. But I was young, vivacious and perky. I never thought about the danger. Until the second night on the job when I found myself electrified with horror as I stared down the muzzle of a handgun aimed between my eyes. There were two street thugs, wearing oil stained denim jackets and ski masks. They waited until the store was empty and I was distracted by my school work. Then they exploded through the door, one of them whipping the gun at me 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 took a moment for the words to register. I fumbled with the keys on the cash register, shaking so badly I kept messing up. The goon behind the gun barked at me hurry up. I sniffled back a single sob. The drawer sprang open. I quickly scoop out the bills, mostly ones, because I 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 I hand him the money, I pushed back against the wall, his hands up at my shoulders. I was so scared. I was afraid that I might wet my blue jeans. "SHIT! Is that all?" the goon said, taking a quick count of the money. "Open the goddamn safe, Bitch!" He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulder of my plain, pullover pink blouse, and pulled me around the counter. The two thugs push me back to the manager's office, a small, closet like room in the back wall of the store. They pushed me down on my knees in front of the safe. But I just knelt there crying, because I didn't know how to open the safe! All I do is slide the bills through the slot! "DO IT!" they order, and I hear the gun cock behind my head. I try to explain again that I don't know how. Luckily, in view of my panic and tears, they believe me. "SHIT!" the tall one says. "This ain't worth the risk! Tie the bitch up so she can't call no cops!" They pull me onto the manager's straight backed chair and putting my hands behind my back. Using ropes they have tucked in their jackets, they tie my hands behind the chair and my ankles apart to the legs of the chair. The tall one picks up a roll of duct tape from the rack behind the counter and returns. Ripping off a short piece of tape, he plasters it over my lips to keep me 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 a lousy $40 some bucks!" "Just a little look!" My eyes get big as saucers as the smaller thug reaches for my pink blouse. With a strong, rapid series of jerks, he rips it apart down the front! I cringe, my well-filled, satiny bra jutting out for them to see. My dime-sized nipples, hard with the chill of fear, protrude visibly through the fabric. The cleavage of my fair-skinned breasts heaves with my panicked filled breaths. "Goddamn! She sure is a sexy piece!" the smaller thug says as I blush. "Okay, man! Let's go!" The tall one answers, not so interested in me, as making his getaway. But his buddy was getting into this. He tickles my nipples through the bra, as he cups and hefts my tits. Then, with a startling motion, he buries his fingers in my cleavage, grabbing the front of my bra. Giving a sudden pull, he almost yanks me over, chair an all. But the bra strap snaps and pulls away! My white, beaming breasts bounce apart, free! "OH SHIT!" I cry, but it just comes out a squeal. Suddenly, I feel his bristly skin mask on my 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. I squeal loudly, more in fear than pain. "Shut up, Bitch!" he slapped my face, until I saw stars! I couldn't help but cry, as he slaps my face again. "I said SHUT UP!" The angry thug took a long, wide sweeping blow, slapping open handed at my out thrust breast! My tits bounce together and jiggle apart, a red hand print gradually appeared over my tit! He stepped to the side and slaps me again, as hard as he can, right on my other tit! He loved the power! As I squeal behind the tape, he swats and slaps my breasts back and forth, until the orbs turn a light, splotchy red. "Hey, come on, you asshole!" the tall thug said, grabbing his friend by the back of his jacket. "We gotta get outta here!" I was thankful as the bigger youth drags his friend out the front door. My breasts still sting, but I am alive! I was panting for breath as my head slumped, relaxing. I looked around for some way to get help. The phone was on the desk, but I can't reach it, tied to the chair. The only way to move to the phone was to leap and scrape my whole chair across the floor. I was only moving but a couple of inches with each surge, and soon, I was winded. And I still couldn't reach the phone! "Hey, Calvin! There's nobody here!" "Quick, Bro! Grab the candy!" "Candy?! Fuck that! Grab the beer!!!" I freeze when I hear the voices of several kids outside in the store. They haven't found me yet, but I can tell from their voices that they are black children, far too young to be out on the streets this time of night. I could barely see a couple of them as they darted past the doorway to raid the refrigerators of their beer and wine. The two kids looked to be maybe twelve years old. I squeal for help. "SHHH! Did you hear that, man?" "Quick! Put everything back!" "Na, man! Let's scram!" Suddenly, one of the young black faces pokes in the office door. He does a double take at me, tied in the chair, with my blouse way down my back, and my naked chest pointing up at him. "Holy SHIT!" he says, sounding shocked, but then he smiles a wide grin. "HEY! Come look at this!" I tried to talk to them, shaking my head and squealing, trying to tell him I'd been robbed. I wanted to tell him to call the police. I wanted to tell him to untie me and cover my nakedness. But I couldn't tell him anything with this t ape on my mouth! Then other faces start peering in through the door. There was two, no three, four, FIVE astonished black faces staring at her, ranging in age from about fourteen down to about ten! I was so embarrassed. My pink face blushed deep red as I continued 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 want see her PUSSY!" They all chattered at once! To these street urchins, I was just a prize they found at the store! They rush to me, and I couldn't tell whose hands belong to whom! They are rubbing my torso, grabbing handfuls of my breasts, stroking and pulling my long, golden hair! They pinched my tawny nipples, pulling and twisting them. The older kid licked my cheek and stuck his tongue in my ear. "Come on! Get her outta this chair!" They untie my from the wooden chair, but kept my hands tied behind my back as they continue feeling me roughly. The office is too small, so they hop me out the door into the store. I felt my tight blue jeans give! THESE KIDS ARE PULLING DOWN MY PANTS! My jeans and panties bunch around my ankles, which bond my feet together! I tried to pull away from them, and the whole tangle of people fell down on the floor together. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack! It sounded almost like a gun! But then the burning pain hits my bottom! The smaller kids back away as I see the older one with a doubled up, leather belt! "GET UP, BITCH!" he shouts, letting another blow fly! It cracked across my ass like the first, leaving a similar, ruddy imprint on my bare bottom. I screeched through the tape gag and rolled onto my back and bound arms to protect my poor bottom. But that doesn't matter to the boy. WHOOSH! POW!!! The wide, doubled belt cracked across my bare breasts! The pain is awful! "GET UP ON THIS TABLE!" he barks, sweeping the baseball card display from the short, folding table nearby. I strained, but can't stand up. That earned me another hard lash across my tits! Somehow, I rolled to my knees and struggled to my feet. The older kid handed the smallest boy his belt, giving instructions. "If the bitch tries to move, whack her!" Immediately, I got lashed across the small of my back just for fun. All the rowdy boys are laughing and jeering me. They pinch, and spank me, making me twitch so the little kid would hit me again. The big boy returns with the roll of duct tape, and pushes me onto the table on my back. Untying my arms first, he holds them to table legs and tapes my wrists in place. Then he pulled off my jeans, panties, and shoes, then taped my ankles to the other two table legs. I was stretched out on my back, stripped completely naked for the street kids! "Now, for some FUN!" the fourteen-year-old announces, yanking down his own hip hop pants. My green eyes bugged open to see his snake of a cock semi-stiff, hanging about nine inches between his legs. He grabbed my hips and yanked me closer to the edge of the table. Stroking his proud cock, caused it to stand like a spear! "PUSSY TIME!" he yelled, and the other boys laugh. With one thrust, his rock hard penis spears into my pink pussy. I howled! Tears squiring from my eyes. When he started pounding into my pussy, one of the other kids climbed on the table, straddling my chest. His weight on my freshly beaten naked boobs made it hard for me to breathe. He unzipped his pants, and the aroma of filthy crotch sickened me. He ripped the tape from my lips. I tried to scream, but my mouth is stuffed with a flaccid penis, right up to the tight curls. Instantly, the cock in my mouth grew hard as he started fucking my face. My mouth and pussy were being raped at the same time! I thought I'd pass out, but suddenly, my mouth floods with salty, bitter cum! Gush after gush curdles my tongue! In My position, I couldn't help but swallow if I wanted to breathe. The youth on my chest dismounts just as the one at my hips increases his pace. He punched me in the stomach, making me clench and contract on his cock. He reached up with both hands, sinking his fingers into my sore tits. He pushed himself hard into me growling as he approaches his orgasm. Balling his hands into fists he pounded the soft orbs of my breasts as his hot cum erupts, flooding my 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 my red tits and tormented face, which was now glistening with goo! The next thing I knew I was alone again, but still bound on my back on the table in the store. As my senses returned, I realized I was completely displayed before the plate glass store front. I jerked and twisted trying to tear the tape bonds, causing my tits to jiggle nicely for anyone who would pass by on the street. I managed to loosen one of my wrists. I was panting and crying, as my wrist was chafed by the tape. Finally I managed to tear my right hand free. I twisted with my right hand to reach my left, peeling little by little at the tape, I worked my left hand free. Then I sat up, stooped over to tear the tape from my ankles. I peeled my right ankle out of the bond. Get one more to go. "Well, well, well, well!" a male voice laughs. I jumped upright, quickly wrapping an arm around her bare breasts and tucking a hand over her pussy fleece. "Help me!" I immediately pleaded. "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, I was not going to get much compassion. "Are you Jennifer Briggs?" he asks. "How did you know my name?" I said, looking at him, my 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!" He replied. "I did NOT steal your job!" I objected. "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!" I felt fear surging again. This guy didn't even know me, but he hated me. Things did not look good. Regardless of the show, I bend down to tear last bond open. When I did this angry geek grabbed my arms and wrenched them behind me, whisking the duct tape around my wrists and up to the elbows. My arms are so tightly bound. It forced me to arch my back, and her high firm chafed tit's pointing straight out. "Ow! Stop that! OWWWOWW! Why are you doing this to me? I didn't fire you!" I howled. "I came to rob the store tonight, Cunt!" he seethed. "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 taped my free leg back to the table leg, so I was sitting on the edge of the table, arms taped together behind me, caused me to sit at attention. "They might have robbed the place, but I don't think they trashed it enough!" he said. In fury, he turned over a couple of the snack shelves. He took a display tree and smashed the glass out of the popcorn machine. He hit the Ice machine, right beside me, knocking the tap out of it. Bright blue, red and green ice concoction spewed out the front, sloshing across my chest and side, flowing down my stomach and pooling under my ass. The frozen slush was so startlingly cold. My nipples drew up, long and stiff, almost like little pinky fingers sticking out of my tits. My areolas draw up into tight puckers. The slush coursing and draining over me, making my tits and ribs ache terribly. After what seemed like and eternity, the machine finally emptied. I was shivering, sticky and wet as the slush melted off of my skin. "You look chilly!" Leonard laughs, flicking my fully erect nipples. "You need something to warm you up!" He fetched a roasted hot dog in a pair of tongs from under the cook lamp. I saw it steaming as Leonard fingers spread the lips of my pussy open. "NO!" I cried, as he jammed the hot wiener up in my cold pussy. Then he fetched another hot dog, and stuffed it in, too! Then a third! The fourth broke as he tried to stick it in me. My pussy is stuffed with steaming hot meat. Causing tears flow again. "Smells yummy!" Leonard laughs. "But I always like some cheese on my hot dogs!" He stuck the nozzle of a can of cheese whiz up into my cunt, then pressed the button. Thick cheese squirted into me filling my entire pussy. I am 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. I cringed, hearing jars and bottles smashing. Once in a while, he pauses to pick up an item of interest, but mostly he just trashes the entire store. I struggled with my bonds, but quickly tired out. I had been through so much. I felt faint. "HEY! No sleeping on the job!" Leonard yells, slapping me 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, I watched as Leonard pulled from his pocket a pair of steel paper clamps he'd picked up from the school supplies. Each is about two inches wide, with incredibly tight springs. As he forced one open, I tried to back away as he nears one of my stiff, bronze nipple buds. Then, he lets it snap right on my sensitive point! I screeched with pain, feeling as though my nipple had been bitten off. The steel clamp now hanging on the end of my round breast. Then, he snaps the twin clip on the other nipple. Tears began to stream down my 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. I heard the click as he locked the entry door. Then he slipped out the exit door, standing with his foot to keep it from closing, and ties the string to the door handle. I sat bolt upright on the table, arching forward as the string pulled my nipple clips toward the door. I can see my nipples slightly extended from my 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!" I begged. With a glib wave the disgruntled Leonard disappears into the night, leaving me alone and terrified. The clamps on my tits hurt terribly. I could see my nipples flattened out in their grip. And if someone tries to come in, they'll pull my nipples right off! Trying to loosen the tape on my arms and feet, I wiggled and squirmed, causing my pussy squish out cheese. But every time I tugged the cord to the door causes me to cry out with pain. Still, I strained and sobbed, desperate trying to get free, until my entire body shimmered with sweat. After a long silence, I started to see a shadowy figure lurching down the sidewalk in front of the store. Whoever it is can see me right in front of the door, stark naked and displaying my tits for the whole world to see. From the way he staggered, I knew he had to be the sloppy wino, Dexter, who hung out around these parts. And he coming into the store! "NOOO!" I screamed, as he banged into the locked entry door. Staggering, he moved to the exit door. If only I could wave my hands to flag him down. Sure enough, the alarm sounds: it was my voice! I screamed for all, I worth: "NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" He pulled the door! The string twanged tight, causing my tits leap forward from my chest. The horrible, biting clips ripped from my nipples! I fell back on the table, unconscious. When I awoke, I screamed again. Surprisingly, I was standing now, facing the counter. My wrists are taped apart to the metal bars supporting the overhead cigarette rack. My feet taped apart to the ends of the counter. My nipples, now engorged and purple, stinging with the very air that touches them. Bruises splotched my breasts, sides, hips, and shapely ass. I tensed as I felt fingers prying apart my ass cheeks from behind. Something very cold and very hard prodded at my anus. Straining to look over my shoulder, I glimpsed the old gray haired wino stooped. What is he doing to me 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 me. He had smeared my ass with it! "YOU CAN'T!" I squalled, as I felt his meaty erection poking at my clenched hole. He tried several jabs before he realizes that I was too tight. But he aimed to fix that! He fetched a long neck bottle of beer from the cooler. Crouching down, he worked the frigid bottleneck into my ass. I fought, but it was too hard and sharp! "This'll loosen you up!" he laughed. "A cold beer fixes most anything!" The condensation on the cold bottle made it slick. He slid the bottleneck up my ass. I shrieked and jerked. If only he had removed the crimped bottle cap first. After spreading my ass with the bottle for a while, he wiggled it back out. I was scratched and stretched. It was no problem for Dexter now to jam the knobby head of his cock through the loosened opening. He growled as I clenched down on his invading cock. It had been a long time since he had a girl. Without regard for my squeals and shouts, he rammed into my ass like a freight train! I almost jumped up on the counter. Raped in the ass by a wino. Throughout the humiliation, I imagined his filth, and the diseases he might carry. I cried through it all. As the wino picked up his tempo, approaching orgasm, he reached around, grabbing a fleshy bosom in each hand using them like reins to pull me back on him. He pinched and rolled my nipples, already skinned by the clips. Then, I felt him cum. It felt like an enema flooding my rectum. Ecstatic, he yelled, clenching my aching breasts. Then he collapsed away from me. I wept for herself. Will no one take pity on me? Doesn't crime and brutality bother anyone anymore? Dexter left me weeping as he buckles his pants, and collects several bottles of free beer and wine. Immediately I started work on my bonds again. Jerking on the poles, the plastic cigarette rack cracks, falling striking me over the back of the head. At least now I could bend the cheap aluminum pole and work my wrists free maybe. The duct tape continues to bind and stick. Finally I worked one thick duct tape bracelet off of a pole. In no time, I ripped through the other wrist restraint. I stooped for my ankles, laying my face against the counter. "HEY!" Dexter blares, grabbing my thick blond hair and jerking my 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 me forward, thumping my forehead against the counter, until I saw stars! My knees crumble and I slumped down, sprawling on my back across the floor, with my ankles still bound to the ends of the small counter. Am I awake? I wondered. Am I alive? I felt alert, but can't see much. Slowly, I realized that the wino has tied me up, with my arms behind, and legs together. He had drug me back into the storage room behind the office. It is dark and cold in here, especially being naked on the concrete floor. I had no idea what time it is. I started to twist and snake myself around on the floor. The concrete is rough and gritty on bare skin. At first, I arched up on my shoulders trying to pull or push myself with my bound legs. I then tried crawling like an inchworm, arching my ass up in the air, bringing knees to chest and sliding forward. Both methods chafe my skin on the concrete. I tried roll over and over toward the door. That worked well, until she accidentally bowled over a stack of empty packing boxes. I shrieked as rats scurrying all around me for cover. Suddenly I saw on my knees, the hopped to my feet. I leaped and hopped for my life out of the rat infested storage room. I slumped into the wooden chair in the managers office once again. I was panting lusciously with the exertion. I then look for the telephone. Leaning down, I knock the phone off its cradle with my chin. Then hearing the dial tone, I pick up a pencil from the desk in my teeth aiming for the three digits -- 9 - 1 - 1. It's hard to line up the pencil with the digits. Each one I pressed slides the phone a little farther out of my reach. As I pressed 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! I whine with frustration and disappointment. Instantly, I think of the phone at the front counter. Perhaps it is still working. I have no choice but to try, or hide. Mustering my courage, I hop out of the manager's office into the store. The floor is covered with debris from the trashing, and I have to be very careful about falling. I notice that the sky is just beginning to lighten with the approaching dawn. I have been here naked, and tied up and victimized all night long! I make quite a vision as I hippety-hops behind the counter. My bare reddened tits jumping and jiggling. Reaching the phone, I tip the receiver off the cradle. I bend down to listen for the dial tone. Just then behind me, I heard the door open, and the merry whistling of a customer. Again mortified, I hastily plopped down on my ass behind the counter to hide myself. "Holy Toledo! What the hell happened here?" the older man says aloud. I recognize the voice. It was 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?" I asked, from my crouched hiding. "Is that you?" "Jennifer, dear! Are you all right? It looks like a tornado hit!" "I'm all right, Mr. Schibbel. We were robbed last night. I need your help!" "Are you hurt? Where are you?" "DON'T LOOK!" I warned 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 my 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!" I sobbed, hunching my shoulders over and drawing up my knees into a little ball of nudity. It's plain that curiosity has gotten the best of my old friend. He glances rapidly over my 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. I sigh in relief, straightening up. How my legs and arms ache. In a moment I hear 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 me a cup of coffee. For the first time, the old man got a glimpse of my bare breasts from above me. They jut out so round, and beautifully capped with dark, rosy nipples, still hard from their pinching. He can't help himself. He paused to stare down on at me. Soon I sense his gaze. I turn my face up to see him, catching him in his stare. "MR. SCHIBBEL!" The old man jumped in surprise. He fumbles back almost dropping the cup he is holding. He catches the cup but not before it slips in his fingers, splashing my upturned chest with the steaming coffee! And it is HOT! Scalding hot! McDonalds, Lawsuit HOT! The coffee sloshes over my smooth round bosoms, turning them instantly red as I screech: "OWW! OOOHOOOONNOOO! OOOOOOOH!" I roll out of the way, scooting up onto the front window ledge, blowing on my own tits to cool the burn. "I'm sorry, Jenny! I'm sorry!" Mr. Schibbel said, watching me huff and puff on my heaving orbs, with my arms still pinned behind my back. Watching me even old Mr. Schibbel felt 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 stuttered. "I'll bet!" I sobbed. "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 me fuss and cry and vent my frustrations, his eyes scanning my vulnerable body constantly. When I finally calm down, he says, "You're right, Jenny Dear. I've always thought you were a pretty girl, and I can't help myself from wanting to look at you..." Angry I lose my composure. I sit up straight on the window ledge, arching my back, causing my red breasts to raise 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 me, splashing my again on the tits. "OOOOWWWWWWIEEEE!!!" I slam back against the window, jumping to my 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!" I suddenly change my tone. "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 came behind the counter with me. He yanked 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!" I sobbed at the sight of the formerly friendly old man, now standing like a pervert before me. Is nothing sacred? Doesn't anyone in the world feel compassion anymore? Am I nothing more than a mouth and pussy with tits to anybody? Mr. Schibbel answers the questions in my head by grabbing my hair and pushing me down to my knees................ The End. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |