upen_patel
03-06-2009, 06:52 PM
The day had been long and exhausting. And, although she was as tough as she
could be, Angelina felt tired to no end. If only the making of 'Lara Croft -
Tomb Raider' was over. But there were several days of film making left. She
liked it though...
Angelina was grateful for the lunch break. She needed a quiet moment, and so
the young woman found herself sneaking out of the film-lot. She knew nobody
was supposed to see her in the Lara Croft outfit before the press-photo
session, but ... hey, rules were meant for breaking them. And she left the
paramount lot to get to her favourite restaurant.
It took Angelina ten minutes to get there, but when her eyes met the
neon-letters "Eric's" she smiled.
"Yes!"
She crossed the main-street and imagined herself biding into the fattest
burger ever. Not really healthy food, but from time to time it certainly was
o.k. to eat greasy stuff.
Angelina did not see the light blue van that turned left, that came rolling
towards her.
She did not see the tall man, dressed in black. She did not see his eyes.
They were empty, dark and bad.
She just saw the fat man, the man who owned the restaurant, through the
front window. She smiled. Eric was just the kind of man you would talk to
after a long day. He was understanding, he was nice and...gay. So, it was a
relieve that at least one man would not try to fuck her.
When she entered Eric's restaurant, the light blue van passed it. The
vehicle turned left again and pulled into a very narrow alley, towards the
back door of Eric's restaurant.
"Hi Eric!"
The man smiled.
"Hi! My favourite action hero...God, if I were a hetero...."
Angelina took a place at the bar and leaned over.
"Come here..."
Eric bent over, his fat stomach pressing on the bar, smiled and got a kiss
from Angelina.
"I am the luckiest man alive."
She smiled...
"Gosh, you really look like Lara Croft. Those pants must hurt..."
Angelina laughed...
"Yes, they do. God, they are so tight around my pussy...and my ass...!"
"And the top....I thought Lara wears a green one."
"Yeah, I know...but black is nice, isn't it?"
"It sure is...!"
Angelina ordered a cheeseburger and Eric left her to prepare her meal.
The other guests in the restaurant were constantly looking at the young
woman with the ponytail hairstyle.
"Isn't it..."
"Yes..."
"Lara Croft"
"Angelina Jolie ... "
She heard the voices and didn't mind when she took the first bite into the
burger. She smiled from one ear to the other.
"Eric...this is heaven!"
The fat man scratched his belly and smiled even broader.
"Glad you like it."
She got thirsty and Eric brought her a large coke. Angelina drank it and
felt like she was ten years old again.
After a while she felt the pressure and lifted herself off the stool. She
found her way to the bathroom and spent some time there.
She was done and washed her hands, opened the door to the restaurant again
and ... she noticed the backdoor of the building was open. Some hot air
rushed in and she grimaced.
"Sometimes I wish I was living in Main."
She turned, saw the light from the front windows and...was grabbed from
behind.
Everything happened so fast. Too fast...
The huge, black haired man grabbed the young woman's shoulders and pulled
her backwards.
Angelina was totally surprised. She screamed, but did not try to fight the
attacker. He was strong, the man wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted
Angelina from the ground. The other hand was placed on her mouth. Three
steps backwards and the man left the restaurant with his victim.
Angelina tried to see what was going on. She almost did not comprehend the
situation...but then...then she saw the light blue van, saw the open
back-doors...and was thrown inside the van.
She hit the ground and expected the impact to break her shoulder. She winced
in advance, hit the ground...and it was soft. She turned...turned and then
lay still in the back of an old, light blue van.
The doors where shut and it was pitch black.
Angelina's heart was racing like a tornado. She sat there, on something
soft...-maybe a mattress-... and was shocked. Only slowly did she realise
that she had been kidnapped. She heard footsteps, felt the old van shaking
and knew her captor lifted himself onto the drivers seat. The engine was
started and the car drove off.
"No...," she whispered, "...no...no...!"
The van did not mind. The driver did not mind. But she did...
She was still in shock. The young woman sat in total darkness and could not
understand what had happened. It was only a moment ago when she felt on top
of the world, when she had her burger and had a nice chat with Eric. And now
she was in this van, felt it rocking and shaking, felt it racing
towards...she did not know.
"What does he want?"
She shook herself.
"Help!" she screamed, "help...help me!"
Angelina tried to stand up, tried to escape ... tried to...but she was
blasted from her feet when the van again turned and then accelerated And so
the only thing she could do was waiting.
Fear...sheer fear...
Angelina laid back on the mattress and covered her face with her hands.
Tears were rolling down her face and she kept on whispering her total not
understanding what had happened.
-Oh God...why...what does he want?-
Rape...
"No..."
Instinctively the actress pressed her thighs together.
Ransom...
"Yes...yes...that's it...he only wants to have money. Only money...please!"
But there was no answer to her pleading. The van drove on and on. For over
an hour the vehicle made its way through Los Angeles. The destination was
Angelina's hell.
The van stopped and Angelina was pulled out of her frozen reality. Her eyes
went wide and her heard was beating even faster than before. She pulled her
knees toward her upper body and wrapped them with her arms. She was like a
kid, she was ten years old...
"Daddy, make him go away."
She heard footsteps on pebble-stones. She heard more than one man. She
heard...
The backdoors of the old, light blue van were opened.
Light flooded into the darkness. She was blinded...held her out stretched
arm in front of her eyes.
"No...daddy..."
She could only make out shades...dark silhouettes. Voices, dark and loud.
"Hey...what do we have here?"
"Is that really the bitch?"
"Hey guys I want to have her first."
Laughter, loud and primitive.
"Let's get her in the house."
A silhouette, massive and frightening came towards her and Angelina pulled
back. She tried to escape till her back hit a wall.
Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the open doors.
"No! Oh God...no....!"
She screamed as loud as she could but only a weak whisper escaped her mouth.
Voices...laughter...applauding
She was pulled into bright white daylight. Angelina had no chance to get
balanced, to grab something or to get onto her feet by herself. She felt
strong hands all over her slim body. Hands on her thighs, her arms, her
pelvis.
The light was so bright that she could not make out anything. She knew there
were men around her, she knew they were carrying her towards a house of some
kind, but that was just it.
"Gosh she feels great."
"I can taste her pussy-juice!"
The van had brought the young actress into South Central LA. There was a
neighbourhood were people would not want to go. There was a house...framed
by a wooden fence. Motorcycles were parked in front of the house; shiny and
muscular. A few men and a woman, mostly dressed in denim and leather lived
in this house. And if, from time to time, the neighbours heard loud
screaming and the sound of rape, they just wouldn't listen.
The front door was shut and again it was dark around Angelina. Not as dark
as it was inside the van, but dark. And it smelled like sweat and dirt. She
stopped screaming, she knew nobody was here to help her.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and slowly she could make out the forms of
men and one woman. Brutal, primitive.
They brought her in some kind of living-room. There were armchairs and sofas
all over the place and lined up in a circle around a mattress. Some light
came in through broken windows.
Angelina could not breathe, her muscles were stiff...she knew what was about
to happen. And so she wanted to scream, even if it was to no avail. She knew
she had to, she knew she was about to get raped.
The men brought her to the mattress and laid her down. She wanted to jump
up, wanted to get away, put instantly she felt the cold blade of a hunting
knife on her throat.
"Oh Baby, you don't want to ruin the moment, do you?!"
Angelina looked up, into the face of a woman, a girl...about twenty
something. A woman! How could that woman accept that men would rape another
woman?
She held still; only her chest was heaving up and down. Sweat covered her
body, the tank-top was sticking to her breasts.
"So, little Angelina, would you mind holding still while we explore the
depths of your body.
She didn't respond. She just starred into the girls eyes.
"Good girl. Come on boys let's have a party!"
And then something happened that even Angelina had not anticipated. The
instant the blonde girl took the blade away, Angelina rolled to the side and
jumped to her feet. The men were stunned and frozen. And so the actress
managed to break through the circle. She reached the door and saw herself
running toward daylight when the frame filled with a tall man. All leather,
all black, all mean. It was the man who had brought her here. He blocked the
door and Angelina bumped into him. He grabbed her arms and moved forward,
pulling her with him till a wall hit her back. Angelina screamed in
frustration when she saw the gang coming closer. Again a semicircle was
formed. The tall man smiled an almost toothless smile down on her.
"This is not very polite, Miss Jolie. We invited you to a party and you
leave without any word. We are so sorry..."
His right hand grabbed Angelina's left breast. His fingers pressed into the
firm flesh. Instantly he started massaging...
"No ... oh God...!"
Angelina wanted to get away, wanted him to leave her alone. But she was
surrounded and had no chance to escape. Tears were rolling down her face.
"Please leave me alone. I don't want to have this. Please...I will give you
money ... please.."
His other hand grabbed her right breast and his strong hands pressed and
massaged Angelina Jolie's breasts.
She couldn't breathe...she couldn't move, was barely able to stand on her
feet. Angelina's eyes were wide open and she heard a rushing sound in her
ears when the man pressed her breasts against her chest, when his fingers
would leave dark spots on them. It hurt...
And the other men, and the other woman were cheering. They were laughing
when they saw her struggling against fainting out.
"I knew it all along. You have really nice tits, little Angelina."
"Please...no...!"
"Why don't you let me pull down her pants?"
The Blonde starred at the tall man, who was obviously the leader.
"Please...I want to pull down her pants."
He looked at the girl and let go of Angelina's breasts.
"Be my guest."
Angelina gulped her saliva and looked into glazing eyes. She knew this girl
was under the influence of some kind of drug.
"Please don't do that. I...you are a woman too. You can't let these men rape
me. You are a woman...!"
The Blonde stepped closer; so close till the tip of her nose almost touched
Angelina's nose.
"You know what...?"
Angelina shook her head slightly.
"I...like you Angelina. I like Lara Croft...and I always have dreamed of
this!"
She laid he right hand between Angelina's thighs, onto the vagina.
"No...," the actress screamed. This couldn't be true...
"Gosh, boys, she is dripping wet underneath these tight pants."
"Then pull them down. We want to fuck Angelina Jolie through the ground."
"O.k."
She just stood there, her back against the wall. Angelina would have
imagined herself to be as tough as Lara Croft. But...she was
wondering...would Lara feel the same way? Would she let it happen?
Angelina did. She let it happen. She almost did not feel her own body. She
looked down on the girl who was now kneeing in front of her. She saw the
pale arms and the long fingers opening the belt around Angelina's waist; the
one who normally would support the weapons in the movie. She heard the
metal-buckle hit the dirty carpet. And then the hand was on her flat
stomach, caressing, stroking.
Goose bumps were all over Angelina's body. She did have sex with women
before, but this was different. This girl...
...stroking between Angelina's thighs...the middle-finger on the vagina...on
the clitoris...
The hands moved upwards till they held the pelvic bones; the thumps still
stroking the stomach.
"Gosh...I always wanted to fuck her...!"
The Blonde buried her face in Angelina's lap. She stuck out her tongue and
let it glide over the thin fabric, over the vagina.
"Nooo...oh God...!"
Angelina's chin went up and her mouth dropped open.
"Please..."
While the Blonde was licking the spot, she pulled down Angelina's tight
shorts. She pulled them over the pelvis, withdrew her face from the lap and
pulled them down, all the way till she had to lift Angelina's boots to get
the shorts over the feet.
The men and the girl in the room saw that the young woman did not wear any
panties. They saw Angelina's pubic hair, saw the lips, imagined the vagina
and the wetness in this opening. They saw a tall, beautiful woman, standing
there, with a naked lower body. They saw the very well shaped breasts
underneath the very tight tank-top...
"Get rid of this tank-top!" the man, the tall man, barked.
The Blonde stood up and laid her hands on Angelina's shoulder bones.
"I hear you fuck women...don't you?!"
Angelina did not respond. It was like she was frozen. Everything happened to
her in slow motion. Some fine line of saliva was running down her chin and
hit the floor.
The Girl smiled and stuck her fingers underneath the dark-grey material of
Angelina's top. She pulled it upwards...it revealed the breasts, darkened
the actresses vision for a moment and then was pulled along the muscular
arms before it flew into the darkness of the room
A sound of awe filled the room
"Gosh...look at those tits!"
The Blonde laid her fingers around Angelina's breasts and started massaging
them.
"uuuuuu....yeah...."
Angelina stood in the room, dressed only with the boots. A naked body,
covered in sweat and fear.
And then the girl kissed Angelina. A tongue was forced into her mouth while
the hands kept on massaging the firm breasts.
The right hand let go of Angelina's breast and made it's way down the slim
body till it found the destination. The middle-finger was forced into the
vagina.
The young woman, the blonde girl shifted her right leg between Angelina's
legs and pressed it against the vulva, took away the hand, and rubbed it
over the sensitive lips. Angelina was raped by a girl.
Again and again the thigh was rubbed over the clitoris and Angelina's vision
was flooded with light and forced lust. She gasped for air and felt sweat
running all over her body while her breasts were pressed against her chest.
The girl kept on fucking her and the actress was lost in lust till...
The Blonde screamed in satisfaction. Angelina's thigh had been rubbed over
the girls own vagina and now...now she came. She screamed into Angelina's
right ear and then kissed her again before she withdrew herself from her
victim.
could be, Angelina felt tired to no end. If only the making of 'Lara Croft -
Tomb Raider' was over. But there were several days of film making left. She
liked it though...
Angelina was grateful for the lunch break. She needed a quiet moment, and so
the young woman found herself sneaking out of the film-lot. She knew nobody
was supposed to see her in the Lara Croft outfit before the press-photo
session, but ... hey, rules were meant for breaking them. And she left the
paramount lot to get to her favourite restaurant.
It took Angelina ten minutes to get there, but when her eyes met the
neon-letters "Eric's" she smiled.
"Yes!"
She crossed the main-street and imagined herself biding into the fattest
burger ever. Not really healthy food, but from time to time it certainly was
o.k. to eat greasy stuff.
Angelina did not see the light blue van that turned left, that came rolling
towards her.
She did not see the tall man, dressed in black. She did not see his eyes.
They were empty, dark and bad.
She just saw the fat man, the man who owned the restaurant, through the
front window. She smiled. Eric was just the kind of man you would talk to
after a long day. He was understanding, he was nice and...gay. So, it was a
relieve that at least one man would not try to fuck her.
When she entered Eric's restaurant, the light blue van passed it. The
vehicle turned left again and pulled into a very narrow alley, towards the
back door of Eric's restaurant.
"Hi Eric!"
The man smiled.
"Hi! My favourite action hero...God, if I were a hetero...."
Angelina took a place at the bar and leaned over.
"Come here..."
Eric bent over, his fat stomach pressing on the bar, smiled and got a kiss
from Angelina.
"I am the luckiest man alive."
She smiled...
"Gosh, you really look like Lara Croft. Those pants must hurt..."
Angelina laughed...
"Yes, they do. God, they are so tight around my pussy...and my ass...!"
"And the top....I thought Lara wears a green one."
"Yeah, I know...but black is nice, isn't it?"
"It sure is...!"
Angelina ordered a cheeseburger and Eric left her to prepare her meal.
The other guests in the restaurant were constantly looking at the young
woman with the ponytail hairstyle.
"Isn't it..."
"Yes..."
"Lara Croft"
"Angelina Jolie ... "
She heard the voices and didn't mind when she took the first bite into the
burger. She smiled from one ear to the other.
"Eric...this is heaven!"
The fat man scratched his belly and smiled even broader.
"Glad you like it."
She got thirsty and Eric brought her a large coke. Angelina drank it and
felt like she was ten years old again.
After a while she felt the pressure and lifted herself off the stool. She
found her way to the bathroom and spent some time there.
She was done and washed her hands, opened the door to the restaurant again
and ... she noticed the backdoor of the building was open. Some hot air
rushed in and she grimaced.
"Sometimes I wish I was living in Main."
She turned, saw the light from the front windows and...was grabbed from
behind.
Everything happened so fast. Too fast...
The huge, black haired man grabbed the young woman's shoulders and pulled
her backwards.
Angelina was totally surprised. She screamed, but did not try to fight the
attacker. He was strong, the man wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted
Angelina from the ground. The other hand was placed on her mouth. Three
steps backwards and the man left the restaurant with his victim.
Angelina tried to see what was going on. She almost did not comprehend the
situation...but then...then she saw the light blue van, saw the open
back-doors...and was thrown inside the van.
She hit the ground and expected the impact to break her shoulder. She winced
in advance, hit the ground...and it was soft. She turned...turned and then
lay still in the back of an old, light blue van.
The doors where shut and it was pitch black.
Angelina's heart was racing like a tornado. She sat there, on something
soft...-maybe a mattress-... and was shocked. Only slowly did she realise
that she had been kidnapped. She heard footsteps, felt the old van shaking
and knew her captor lifted himself onto the drivers seat. The engine was
started and the car drove off.
"No...," she whispered, "...no...no...!"
The van did not mind. The driver did not mind. But she did...
She was still in shock. The young woman sat in total darkness and could not
understand what had happened. It was only a moment ago when she felt on top
of the world, when she had her burger and had a nice chat with Eric. And now
she was in this van, felt it rocking and shaking, felt it racing
towards...she did not know.
"What does he want?"
She shook herself.
"Help!" she screamed, "help...help me!"
Angelina tried to stand up, tried to escape ... tried to...but she was
blasted from her feet when the van again turned and then accelerated And so
the only thing she could do was waiting.
Fear...sheer fear...
Angelina laid back on the mattress and covered her face with her hands.
Tears were rolling down her face and she kept on whispering her total not
understanding what had happened.
-Oh God...why...what does he want?-
Rape...
"No..."
Instinctively the actress pressed her thighs together.
Ransom...
"Yes...yes...that's it...he only wants to have money. Only money...please!"
But there was no answer to her pleading. The van drove on and on. For over
an hour the vehicle made its way through Los Angeles. The destination was
Angelina's hell.
The van stopped and Angelina was pulled out of her frozen reality. Her eyes
went wide and her heard was beating even faster than before. She pulled her
knees toward her upper body and wrapped them with her arms. She was like a
kid, she was ten years old...
"Daddy, make him go away."
She heard footsteps on pebble-stones. She heard more than one man. She
heard...
The backdoors of the old, light blue van were opened.
Light flooded into the darkness. She was blinded...held her out stretched
arm in front of her eyes.
"No...daddy..."
She could only make out shades...dark silhouettes. Voices, dark and loud.
"Hey...what do we have here?"
"Is that really the bitch?"
"Hey guys I want to have her first."
Laughter, loud and primitive.
"Let's get her in the house."
A silhouette, massive and frightening came towards her and Angelina pulled
back. She tried to escape till her back hit a wall.
Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards the open doors.
"No! Oh God...no....!"
She screamed as loud as she could but only a weak whisper escaped her mouth.
Voices...laughter...applauding
She was pulled into bright white daylight. Angelina had no chance to get
balanced, to grab something or to get onto her feet by herself. She felt
strong hands all over her slim body. Hands on her thighs, her arms, her
pelvis.
The light was so bright that she could not make out anything. She knew there
were men around her, she knew they were carrying her towards a house of some
kind, but that was just it.
"Gosh she feels great."
"I can taste her pussy-juice!"
The van had brought the young actress into South Central LA. There was a
neighbourhood were people would not want to go. There was a house...framed
by a wooden fence. Motorcycles were parked in front of the house; shiny and
muscular. A few men and a woman, mostly dressed in denim and leather lived
in this house. And if, from time to time, the neighbours heard loud
screaming and the sound of rape, they just wouldn't listen.
The front door was shut and again it was dark around Angelina. Not as dark
as it was inside the van, but dark. And it smelled like sweat and dirt. She
stopped screaming, she knew nobody was here to help her.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and slowly she could make out the forms of
men and one woman. Brutal, primitive.
They brought her in some kind of living-room. There were armchairs and sofas
all over the place and lined up in a circle around a mattress. Some light
came in through broken windows.
Angelina could not breathe, her muscles were stiff...she knew what was about
to happen. And so she wanted to scream, even if it was to no avail. She knew
she had to, she knew she was about to get raped.
The men brought her to the mattress and laid her down. She wanted to jump
up, wanted to get away, put instantly she felt the cold blade of a hunting
knife on her throat.
"Oh Baby, you don't want to ruin the moment, do you?!"
Angelina looked up, into the face of a woman, a girl...about twenty
something. A woman! How could that woman accept that men would rape another
woman?
She held still; only her chest was heaving up and down. Sweat covered her
body, the tank-top was sticking to her breasts.
"So, little Angelina, would you mind holding still while we explore the
depths of your body.
She didn't respond. She just starred into the girls eyes.
"Good girl. Come on boys let's have a party!"
And then something happened that even Angelina had not anticipated. The
instant the blonde girl took the blade away, Angelina rolled to the side and
jumped to her feet. The men were stunned and frozen. And so the actress
managed to break through the circle. She reached the door and saw herself
running toward daylight when the frame filled with a tall man. All leather,
all black, all mean. It was the man who had brought her here. He blocked the
door and Angelina bumped into him. He grabbed her arms and moved forward,
pulling her with him till a wall hit her back. Angelina screamed in
frustration when she saw the gang coming closer. Again a semicircle was
formed. The tall man smiled an almost toothless smile down on her.
"This is not very polite, Miss Jolie. We invited you to a party and you
leave without any word. We are so sorry..."
His right hand grabbed Angelina's left breast. His fingers pressed into the
firm flesh. Instantly he started massaging...
"No ... oh God...!"
Angelina wanted to get away, wanted him to leave her alone. But she was
surrounded and had no chance to escape. Tears were rolling down her face.
"Please leave me alone. I don't want to have this. Please...I will give you
money ... please.."
His other hand grabbed her right breast and his strong hands pressed and
massaged Angelina Jolie's breasts.
She couldn't breathe...she couldn't move, was barely able to stand on her
feet. Angelina's eyes were wide open and she heard a rushing sound in her
ears when the man pressed her breasts against her chest, when his fingers
would leave dark spots on them. It hurt...
And the other men, and the other woman were cheering. They were laughing
when they saw her struggling against fainting out.
"I knew it all along. You have really nice tits, little Angelina."
"Please...no...!"
"Why don't you let me pull down her pants?"
The Blonde starred at the tall man, who was obviously the leader.
"Please...I want to pull down her pants."
He looked at the girl and let go of Angelina's breasts.
"Be my guest."
Angelina gulped her saliva and looked into glazing eyes. She knew this girl
was under the influence of some kind of drug.
"Please don't do that. I...you are a woman too. You can't let these men rape
me. You are a woman...!"
The Blonde stepped closer; so close till the tip of her nose almost touched
Angelina's nose.
"You know what...?"
Angelina shook her head slightly.
"I...like you Angelina. I like Lara Croft...and I always have dreamed of
this!"
She laid he right hand between Angelina's thighs, onto the vagina.
"No...," the actress screamed. This couldn't be true...
"Gosh, boys, she is dripping wet underneath these tight pants."
"Then pull them down. We want to fuck Angelina Jolie through the ground."
"O.k."
She just stood there, her back against the wall. Angelina would have
imagined herself to be as tough as Lara Croft. But...she was
wondering...would Lara feel the same way? Would she let it happen?
Angelina did. She let it happen. She almost did not feel her own body. She
looked down on the girl who was now kneeing in front of her. She saw the
pale arms and the long fingers opening the belt around Angelina's waist; the
one who normally would support the weapons in the movie. She heard the
metal-buckle hit the dirty carpet. And then the hand was on her flat
stomach, caressing, stroking.
Goose bumps were all over Angelina's body. She did have sex with women
before, but this was different. This girl...
...stroking between Angelina's thighs...the middle-finger on the vagina...on
the clitoris...
The hands moved upwards till they held the pelvic bones; the thumps still
stroking the stomach.
"Gosh...I always wanted to fuck her...!"
The Blonde buried her face in Angelina's lap. She stuck out her tongue and
let it glide over the thin fabric, over the vagina.
"Nooo...oh God...!"
Angelina's chin went up and her mouth dropped open.
"Please..."
While the Blonde was licking the spot, she pulled down Angelina's tight
shorts. She pulled them over the pelvis, withdrew her face from the lap and
pulled them down, all the way till she had to lift Angelina's boots to get
the shorts over the feet.
The men and the girl in the room saw that the young woman did not wear any
panties. They saw Angelina's pubic hair, saw the lips, imagined the vagina
and the wetness in this opening. They saw a tall, beautiful woman, standing
there, with a naked lower body. They saw the very well shaped breasts
underneath the very tight tank-top...
"Get rid of this tank-top!" the man, the tall man, barked.
The Blonde stood up and laid her hands on Angelina's shoulder bones.
"I hear you fuck women...don't you?!"
Angelina did not respond. It was like she was frozen. Everything happened to
her in slow motion. Some fine line of saliva was running down her chin and
hit the floor.
The Girl smiled and stuck her fingers underneath the dark-grey material of
Angelina's top. She pulled it upwards...it revealed the breasts, darkened
the actresses vision for a moment and then was pulled along the muscular
arms before it flew into the darkness of the room
A sound of awe filled the room
"Gosh...look at those tits!"
The Blonde laid her fingers around Angelina's breasts and started massaging
them.
"uuuuuu....yeah...."
Angelina stood in the room, dressed only with the boots. A naked body,
covered in sweat and fear.
And then the girl kissed Angelina. A tongue was forced into her mouth while
the hands kept on massaging the firm breasts.
The right hand let go of Angelina's breast and made it's way down the slim
body till it found the destination. The middle-finger was forced into the
vagina.
The young woman, the blonde girl shifted her right leg between Angelina's
legs and pressed it against the vulva, took away the hand, and rubbed it
over the sensitive lips. Angelina was raped by a girl.
Again and again the thigh was rubbed over the clitoris and Angelina's vision
was flooded with light and forced lust. She gasped for air and felt sweat
running all over her body while her breasts were pressed against her chest.
The girl kept on fucking her and the actress was lost in lust till...
The Blonde screamed in satisfaction. Angelina's thigh had been rubbed over
the girls own vagina and now...now she came. She screamed into Angelina's
right ear and then kissed her again before she withdrew herself from her
victim.