‘Two people dead. A psycho stalking us. Phone doesn’t work. That’s great. This is getting better by the minute,’ I said sarcastically. ‘And...now it’s raining,’ Nate said, looking up. It was. Lightly at first, but soon coming down in buckets. We were soon all soaked, and visibility was reduced to about 10 feet. If that wasn’t bad enough, we had to relocate to try and lose the maniac stalking us. That’s when disaster struck. Like I said, visibility was awful. We had just left the camp and were. We couldn't fuck each other enough during this little outting. I came over and over again and he reached deep within himself and fucked me with such passion and such vigor that he worked himself into a fucking frenzy. I grabbed his ass and dug my long, red nails into him, gestering for him to keep fucking me. I ran my nails up and down his back hard and begged him to cum for me again. I told him he better cum for me. I wanted it. I spread his asscheeks wide with my nails digging into him,. My father had told her in letters that I absolutely must have a German name. My mother insisted I also have an Irish name. I was named Ekaterina Shawna Christiana Jagger. Ekaterina after my recently deceased grandmother and Shawna after my mother's best friend. I've never been told where the name Christiana came from. My father states he never heard the name before my grandfather told him about my birth. My mother never mentioned it to him and didn't live long enough for anyone to question her. His hand traced up her leg to the edge of her pink panties. He traced the hemline of her panties, teasing her before he grabbed her underwear and with one quick tug, ripped them off her body.Becky screamed into her gag at the sudden motion and her new nakedness. Tears filled her eyes knowing these strange men now saw her most intimate areas, exposed to their lustful view.“You won’t be needing these undies anymore, slut!” he said, laughing cruelly as he rubbed the shredded panties over her face.