1. Lacey part1


    Date: 4/29/2017, Categories: Fiction BDSM Cock & ball torture, Death, Murder, Rape Author: McFrank, Source: sexstories.com

    Lacey was a young 23 year old woman. She was a good girl, she didn't do any drugs and only drank on occasions but never enough to get drunk. Lacey was out at a small bar outside of town. The bar was infamous for several fights and prostitution. Lacey wasn't one of those women. Those women who would dress in nearly naked clothes and try to fuck the first man they can get. Lacey is usually trying to find a nice guy because she wanted to meet a good guy to settle down with. Lacey wasn't here to mingle she was waiting for someone. Lacey is an incredibly attractive women, she has fiery red hair, deep blue eyes, a gorgeous hourglass body and beautiful sleek long legs. Guys usually began to panic when they try to talk to her. As Lacey was sitting at the bar a guy approaches her. He introduced himself as Hunter. Lacey could tell that he wasn't like all the guys at that bar who were out looking for drugs and prostitutes. Hunter shows up but start to panic. He tries to offer to buy Lacey a drink but he panics and starts to stutter. He tries to correct his mistakes but instead he keeps messing up. Lacey just giggles at him. All of a sudden the doors fly open. A massive man walks into the bar. The noise of people talking and laughter immediately silenced at the appearance of the man. Lacey knew him. Hunter quickly returns to his table at the back of the bar. The man walks up to the bar, he was wearing heavy leather boot and denim pants with a metal studded leather belt, he wore a ...
    ... leather vest over and old white shirt with unreadable words on it, he had tattoos all over his arms neck, he was bald, but had a small mustache/beard combo. The distinct tattoo of a naked women on his left arm let Lacey know that was man she knew, The man she was trying to track down. He is a mountain of muscle, his skin is tanned, and when he walks in he is carrying a motorcycle helmet with him. He's probably about 6.5 to 7 feet tall, he wore dark shades that reflected anything that looked at them making his eyes always hidden from view. He walked to the bar and the floor felt like it shook with each of his steps. He sat down next to Lacey and his seat moans as he sits down. He puts both his massive arms on the counter which causes it to shake. He orders a drink. As the waitress is bringing it to him he turns to look at everyone who's is staring at him, he says "do you need anything?" in a deep, raspy, intimidating voice. Everyone turns around and quietly talks amongst themselves. He takes a drink and then says "need anything doll face?" to Lacey who is still looking at him. "No, just wondering about your tattoos. They're interesting". She replied. "oh yeah? Nice aren't they. They all mean something different. The names Jack by the way". Lacey already knew his name, even his full name. "My name is Lacey" she said while shaking his hand. After some light talking Lacey decides it's time to start her plan. Jack is visibly drunk so Lacey offers to drive him home, he accepts. They ...
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