Smoothly

When Lisa was in the perfect position, midway between lampposts, Frank slid quickly across the grass, approaching her from behind. He was so quiet that she didn't hear him until the last few feet but by then it was far too late. He clapped a gloved hand over her mouth and pressed a pistol against her ribs as she struggled.

"I'll blow your fucking guts out if you scream or fight," he snarled into her ear as she whimpered beneath his smothering hand. She went limp, her head nodding acquiescence as he dragged her off the path. Back in the shadow of the tree he pulled bag over her head, cuffing her when she tried to talk, and zip tying her hands together. He clasped a hand around the back of her neck, holding her tight as he pressed the pistol into her back and forced her to walk to the van.

There was no other vehicle in the lot and no one in sight as he approached with his victim. He manhandled her into the cargo area and climbed in behind her, shutting the door before binding her ankles.

"Mr. Frank?" she whimpered, her voice a blend of excitement, fear and uncertainty. He cuffed her bagged head again, growling at her to shut up before climbing behind the wheel and starting the van. He took a slow route to the warehouse, making several unnecessary turns before arriving. He grinned back at his squirming captive in the cargo area, wondering how many second thoughts she was having.

He hauled her out of the van, carrying her a few feet and dropping her into the floor, where she squeaked timidly. He quickly replaced the zip ties with ropes, then pulled the bag off her head. Her eyes were wild and frantic, looking up at his hooded face with excited alarm. Before she could speak he shoved a ballgag in her mouth, strapping it behind her head, then leaving her laying on the floor while he made some preparations.

Finally done, he stood over her, looking down at her helpless, trembling young body and her wide eyes. He pulled her to her knees, then took his time undressing in front of her, savouring her fearful anticipation as she looked up. He left the balaclava hood on, but was otherwise naked, his fat cock stiffening as he regarded her.

Saying nothing, he jerked down the top of her dress, exposing her cupcake tits, and making her whimper around the ballgag. He pulled that out of her mouth, and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her face relentlessly towards his throbbing meat, smiling as she willingly opened her mouth.

He thrust it into her, holding it deep and making her gag, then pulling out and pushing back in again, savouring the gurgling noises she made as her raped her mouth.

"Guhhhhh…gukkkk…." she gagged as she sucked, gasping for breath when he gave her a chance,