Frank gets rid of her

Finally drained, Frank pulled his cock out of Lisa's drooling mouth, sneering down at the ruined and panting teen who lay bound atop the table.

He dressed silently as the girl slowly regained her senses, her eyes gradually focussed on his hooded figure.

"So...so good Mr. Frank...I loved it...so very good...I came so hard...so exciting...helpless...used...raped...Oh God....so Good!"

Frank said nothing, picking up the girl's discarded clothes and tossing them in the van before returning to look down on her. She wriggled excitedly, parting her thighs as if to welcome another fucking, her eyes flaring with invitation. He ignored her, stuffing the gag back into her mouth as she squeaked in surprise, then picking her up by the ropes and manhandling her into the van, putting the bag back over her head as she whined.

He looked around to make sure he'd accounted for everything she'd brought with her before climbing into the van and starting the ignition, pulling his hood off before leaving the warehouse. He drove carefully back to the park, gratified to see the lot still empty of vehicles. He parked in the same place, then put his hood back on and climbed into the back, taking the bag off Lisa's head and untying her.

"Why..." she gasped when he took the gag off, "Why don't you...keep using me...Mr. Frank..."

He ignored her, opening the side door of the van and throwing her clothes and purse onto the grass, then dragging her out and pushing her to the ground. She squeaked in surprise as her naked flesh hit the wet grass and scrambled to her haunches as she stared back up at him.

"What...what are you doing?" she whimpered, reaching out to touch him. He tapped her shoulder with his foot, sending her sprawling naked onto her back, then turned away and climbed into the van, shutting the door before she could get to her feet. In another moment he was driving away, leaving the naked teen staring after him as she scrambled for her scattered clothes.

He pulled off his hood before he reached the street, then drove carefully back to his warehouse, checking the van for any overlooked items before getting into his SUV and driving home.

He had just pulled into his garage when his phone chimed with a message.

"Why did you leave me Mr. Frank? Did I make you angry?"

"I was surprised you didn't show up. I waited at the park for you. What happened?

A few minutes passed before she answered.

"What do you mean? We met. You took me somewhere. Did things to me."

"Not me. I waited near the tennis courts. You never showed. I thought you changed your mind." Frank smiled, knowing the tennis courts were on the other side of the park from the picnic area, a distance of several blocks. More minutes passed before his phone chimed again.

"Are you serious? You really didn't see me?"

"No. Waited an hour then went for a drink. Are you saying someone grabbed you?

"OMG! If you didn't, who did? They tied me up. Fucked all my holes! OMG!"

"You should call the police."

"OMG! I was really raped? You didn't? You mean it? OMG!"

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. OMG!" There was a pause of several minutes before she texted again.

"Can I come over? I need advice. OMG! I'm so confused!"