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The Goth Part 3: The Crypt

Date: 3/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Ass to pussy, Bi-sexual, Domination/submission, First Time, Lesbian, Teen Female/Teen Female, Violence, Author: RobinGoodfellowPuck, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

around and smacks her ass cheek, leaving a nice red handprint on her right ass cheek, “Go on now" command filling my voice. Her movements quicken as she moves through my bedroom door, "Yes Master." Her tiny voice calls out as she disappears around the corner. I shake my head slowly and walk through the bedroom door, grabbing my cell phone and a shirt on the way. I had just begun to descend the stairs when whoever was at the door decided it would be a good idea to slam their fist against the door again. "HOLD YOUR HORSES I'M COMING!" I yell as I descend the stairs. They must have heard me; they started banging on the door without pause. With a slight growl, I descend the stairs two at a time. After proceeding down the short hallway, moving past the doorways to the kitchen and the living room, I throw open the door planning to give whoever is there an ear full. As the door swings open the fist that was pounding on the door does not meet the resistance it was expecting, cause the fist swings downward narrowly missing my nose. "WHOA!" Standing in the doorway, a serious expression on his, is the same person that had stopped the trash can. Kristoff stood there staring at me, "Vlad, where have you been. Both Ghost and I have been trying to get a hold of you." "Snow came home from college last night; we were up late watching movies. What's going on Kris?" My voice obviously displaying my worry now. By this time, Snow had walked up behind me in a white band shirt and white Tripp ... pants with black stitching. "Her father and his friends have been drinking. They are trying to force themselves on her. We are going to get her right now, and put an end to this bullshit." Snow pushes me in the back before I can respond, "Let's go damn it, we need to help her." Stumbling forward I can do no more then nod. We three rush to the car and Kristoff jumps in the front of a midnight black 67 impala. Climbing in the back Snow goes in first followed by me. As I sit down I look over to the driver side to find an older version of Kristoff sitting in the drivers seat, "Josh, how long have you been back in town?" Josh turns to me, "Man, I got back yesterday. I was the one that dropped off Snow. Kristoff and our folks treated me to dinner then I slept in my own bed. Then get woke up this morning to Kristoff banging on my door." He states matter of fact and turns back forward and starts to drive, Kristoff point the way to Ghosts' house. As we go, we lay a very simple but effective plan. Seeing as how both Josh and Kristoff had been training in various Martial Arts since they could walk we thought it best that if any fighting started they would handle it. Josh, Kristoff and I would climb into her bedroom window; which is thankfully on the bottom floor of the house. Snow would wait outside and help Ghost out of the window. Things do not always go as planned however. We pull up a few blocks from her house. As we climb out of the car, everyone takes a good look around at the ...