1. Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - 2


    Date: 11/1/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    all the air from his lungs. He staggered again and when I swung my right, the side of the hand striking his temple, Tony dropped like a rock even as the blood flowed in a steady stream, staining the deck. Looking around quickly I found what I thought I needed to finish the job I had started on Tony. There were several coils of rope hanging from a steel support. I pulled one of what seemed to be twenty-five feet of quarter-inch braided nylon from the hook. Several loops secured by two half hitches immobilized his wrists then I pulled his ankles up, tying them tightly. When I had about eight feet of rope left I looped the line between his ankles to secure the knots and pulled the rope tightly to his neck. Two quick turns again secured by a couple of half hitches and Tony was stuck. I prayed he’d struggle and strangle himself in the process. There was only one more thing I wanted to do. Checking several cabinets led me to what I sought—duct tape. I wrapped his fingers together with about a dozen turns of tape, completely eliminating any possibility of untying the knots. I tore about a foot of tape from the roll and wrapped them around his thumbs before turning to confront my grandfather. Tony may have been the instrument, but Grandpa was the bandleader—the one who was calling the shots. I hesitated at the last second, kneeling next to Tony’s inert form and pulling up his shirt. There on his stomach were two telltale rectangular bandages; I’d hit him twice in our earlier ...
    encounter. I was always a person who thought before acting. I’d always believed it the wiser course—that’s what I did now. Sliding my belt as far to the left as possible, I moved my smart phone from my hip to just under my navel. Selecting the appropriate app, I turned it on and returned it to the storage clip. There’d be a video of wherever my body pointed. My four remaining throwing stars I placed in my left hand where they’d be ready if needed. Walking carefully up to the cockpit on the starboard side I peeked through the window in the sliding door. There was no sight of my grandfather so I assumed he might be in what he had earlier described as the chart room although I had seen several bunks in there, too. I slid the door open with a bang. It wasn’t long before I heard him shout, “That was quick, Tony. I told you that grandson of mine was a wimp. We’ll wait an hour or so and then report him overboard. By then we’ll be miles away. Your money is on your bunk—money well spent in my opinion.” He had just emerged when I spoke, “Sorry to upset your plans, Grandpa—Tony is in no shape to collect anything. I knew it was too good to be true. You were too nice this past week. Wait until the cops learn about this.” He laughed—he actually laughed. “Who would believe you—a nigger-loving young turd—over me, an upstanding citizen with political clout? Nobody—that’s who; it would just be your word against mine.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “You obviously don’t know anything about smart phones, ...
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