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Mr. Lucky

Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 55, Source: sexstories.com

furious lady’s voice had a harsh tone that told him Lucky didn’t mean good luck. Tensing up he thought to roll over and spring on her. Then the sharp click sound made him freeze. “I’ll blow you a new asshole if you try anything. Get up Mr. Lucky come on boy get to your feet.” His heart pounded in his chest almost to the point that it hurt. He pushed up and stood there tense not knowing what was coming. “Keep your eyeballs looking straight ahead don’t turn around or I’ll blast your guts out with this,” she jabbed him in the ribs with the barrel of a gun. “Turn to your right and go down under the bridge.” “I got some money you can have it,” his voice cracked as he spoke. “Shut the fuck up Mr. Lucky move your skinny white ass now,” she poked him again. “Go on now right up under the bridge.” His heart felt like it was in his throat. There was something in her voice, it was anger, or perhaps something else, something darker. He was afraid for his life now. “Now you might think you can just run away but I’ll fucking blow your head off if you try,” again she hit him in the ribs hard with the barrel of the gun. “You do believe me don’t you Mr. Lucky?” He tread down the slick bank he had no doubt she would kill him if he tried to run. The sound of the water rushing over the rocks grew louder as they moved under the bridge right down to the edge of the water. “Far enough Brady boy.” Reaching around him, she grabbed his crotch. “Figures, fucking Brady boy special – motherfucking ... 5-inch cocktail wiener,” she hissed at him. She pulled his briefcase from him and tossed it up higher on the bank. “Fucking fag carrying a purse,” she reached around again and squashed his package. “Fucking like a rock you cracker fags get fear boners so easy. Get your pants off boy.” “No,” he barked out in defiance. The gun struck him across the back then again on the back of his head. He dropped to his knees crying as he held the back of his head. Putting her mouth right up to his ear, she shoved the gun his back hard. “Don’t give me shit you fucking sissy fag,” she whispered in his ear but the words sounded like the hissing of a snake. The danger of his predicament was not lost on him the moment of bravado had brought an instant reaction from her. He realized his life meant nothing to her and the threat to his life was real. “I’m tempted to just kill you right now. But I want something first. Now get out of those pants and that shirt off your skinny body.” Quickly he stripped to his underwear she forced him to roll over growling in his ear the instructions. “That’s it cracker boy flat on your back. Now lose the tidy whities,” he pulled them down she unceremoniously snatched them from his hand and threw them into the water. She started whacking his ridged cock with the barrel of the gun. He noted it was an automatic other than that he could tell nothing. His blood rushed through his veins as his heart pumped harder than he could remember. “I’m gonna rape you boy, gonna ride you ...