She continued to thrash her head. Unable to arch her back, twist her body or even adjust her hips, he flailed her arms about the couch, sometimes gri...ping hunks of mattress cover or parts of nearby cushions in her female agony. Mark’s loins continued to rise and fall over her petite body, as he directed his turgid dick into her helpless body, over and over.Over and over.In, and out—in and out—in, in deeper—and out!?Ugh-ugh-oh! Huh-UH! Uh-UH! Uh-uh-uh-UGH!? The rhythm of the mattress. Two hours later, he called gasping, "Come to Tanger! Come armed!" I had been out to the barn so was wearing my pistol. I grabbed my rifle and an ammo belt and ran to Pat's Liberty. I drove to Dalton as fast as I could drive. The Liberty is no sports car so the drive wasn't as fast as I wanted it to be. I came in from the east. I went through Dalton though slowed as I neared the outlet mall. I didn't know what happened but I couldn't help Dad or Pat if I were taken out.I parked off the street. “Let me sleep some more,” she managed to say. She reached for her heart-shaped pillow, but it wasn’t there. This wasn’t her bed, she realized. Maybe this was Johnny’s place. He had finally taken her home with him, she thought with a smile.“Fuck first,” he whispered. “Then sleep. Then breakfast. Pretty please.”She giggled a little. “Beg some more.”“Please, please, please, lovely princess.”She clicked her tongue to feign annoyance. Then she raised both her hands back up again. “Not the ass,” she. "Leaning forward, he placed his forehead where his hand had been a moment earlier. Vicky's stomach was cold and clammy. Michael could feel movement, though, but after a moment, decided that it was simply her body settling down. Her blood – what was left, anyway – was trickling down to the lower regions of her body now that it wasn't being pumped through her vessels and veins."There's too much damage to her body," Michael cried. "I can't fix this!" Lisa could probably fix her," Mac suggested,.