Paul Gable: Schoolgirl bondage

David was fucking his cock in faster and faster. The white jizz started boiling up in his swinging balls, packing down in that center tube. Annette instinctively knew he was getting ready to explode. She shivered up against the ropes. David yanked at them every now and then to let her know she was still his captive.

David's hands pulled at her ass, slapping her asscheeks. Wild with excitement, he used his left forefinger and stuck it deep in her asshole.

Annette's face registered the wild surprise she felt. He was fucking her shitter with his finger while fucking his prick harder and harder into her squishy pussy.

David came, his body jerking up against hers. Annette struggled wildly, feeling the hot spraying sting of his jizz against her cuntal walls. She jerked and twisted about like a roped woman possessed, crying out for some relief. She could feel David's prick, hard and throbbing, spitting out its thick load of jizz. She was being inundated in spunk, drowned in the rope-like jets of his white cum.

"Come on, baby, cut it out… bring it off… that's it, bitch, come on!"

David shook her, biting her nipples, slapping her wildly across the face while tugging at the ropes binding her ankles and wrists together. Annette felt the world whirling around her. Things were exploding all around her. Her belly swelled, ballooning out. She could hardly feel the stud's blows any more. All the girl could sense were the spasms hitting her hard. Then, like a rusty knife cutting right down the middle of her clit, a shock exploded between her shivering legs.

Annette tried filling her lungs again and again. But, somehow, air never seemed to stay in her body for long. She screamed and screamed, the spasms going on and on and on.

"Uhhhhhh…"

How long she lay there like a mad woman on his bed, cumming, Annette had no idea. When she blinked open her eyes again, she saw David kneeling there in front of her, working his fingers around his prick. He was smiling down at her – not a kind smile, but one of cynicism. His smile looked evil, especially on someone as young as he was. Annette shivered. She never would have guessed this high school idol, this "nice" young boy was an animal. Annette wondered just how many other girls he had trapped like this.

"Please, let me go home now," Annette whispered, feeling as if all the life had been drained from her.

"In what? Your old lady gonna buy some kinda story about these?" David reached down over one side of the bed, drawing up her torn white dress. Her bra was in no better shape, and her panties were soaked with her juices.

"I… I'll think of something," Annette said, willing to take a chance with her mother just to get out of David's clutches.

"Bet you will. Cunts like you always do. But we're gonna have ourselves some more fun before I let you go."

He rubbed his prick a little more, getting his cock up to a semi-hard position. Reaching over, he carefully unbound the short piece of rope binding her wrists and ankles together.

Annette groaned with relief, slowly pushing her legs down and forward. Although her ankles were still tied to one another, at least she could stretch her body somewhat on the bed. It was then she felt David's cum oozing from her slit and greasing down her thighs.

"You're gettin' me hard just watchin' you movin' around the sack like that. Come on, get up," David growled.

He pushed her forward, rolling her off the bed.

Annette screamed, trying to jerk her arms free for balance. The ropes held. She rolled like a log off the left edge of the bed, crashing with a thud onto the carpet. Swinging his legs over, the young stud was above her in an instant. He slipped his hands under the ropes binding her wrists together, jerking Annette up to a kneeling position. The quick snapping movement nearly cracked her spine.

"Crawl, bitch. Come on, crawl outta here right down the hall and into the living room."

Annette steadied herself as best she could, moving one knee in front of the other. David pushed her, putting one naked foot behind her head and shoving down. She gasped, falling forward and striking her forehead.

Laughing, he jerked her upright once again, shoving her toward the hall. It was the longest, most painful journey Annette had ever made.

Annette paused for a moment, trying to catch her breath.

"Come on, bitch. This ain't no kinda resort," David growled.

He kicked her between her shoulder blades. The blow sent sharp knives of pain racing down her spine, then up to her brain.

Annette screamed, thinking her backbone had broken. She collapsed, sobbing, onto the hall carpeting, terrified of moving.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with you a good fuckin' beatin' wouldn't cure."

Grabbing the girl by her ankles, David hauled her into the living room, dropping her feet with a dull thud. There was a moment's pause. Behind her, the girl could hear the steady, soothing bubbling of the aquarium. She raised her head a bit from the floor, looking at the angel fish and guppies swimming around in the lit water.

"Need a little grease for this next bit, baby. Gonna top the night off real nice. Gonna warm that ass up, then fuck it good and hard!"

"What?"

Had she heard right? What had he said? Fuck her ass? Annette shook off the dull fog that had settled over her. She was terribly aware of everything around her.

Twisting her head around a little more, she saw David standing there with his doubled black leather belt in both hands. Sitting precariously on the back of a blue wing chair was a bottle of hand lotion. Immediately the girl understood what was going to happen.

David snapped the two pieces of leather together, the resulting cracking sound making the young teen shiver on the floor. Her face wrinkled into a mask of terror as she watched him position himself over her. He unfolded the belt, letting the beveled end trail across her ass-cheeks. At the touch of the leather, Annette winced, letting out a small hiss of air.

She tried crawling away from him, her nipples scratching along the rug. A trail of cum and juice oozed from her cunt-slit, wetting down her thighs.

David laughed once more, then brought the belt up over his head.

The lights threw a shadow of his arm across her body. Annette could see the horrible belt circling his head. She could hear the leather hissing through the air.

The belt crashed against her body like a thunderbolt! The black leather bit into her right ass-cheek, chewing the white flesh and leaving a long red mark. Annette shrieked again, her body shivering from the blow.

"That's it, baby, that's it. I wanna hear you shout it out, man. I wanna hear you tell me how much you dig havin' this happen to you!"

"No, no, that's a lie! I don't like this," Annette screamed through her teeth.

"Fuckin' bitch liar," David growled, kicking her in the ribs. "You can't wait till I stick my cock in you again. Man, you're gettin' hot just thinkin' about it?"

"No, no, liar!"

David jerked back, snapping his arm and cocking it as if it were a weapon. The belt snapped high over his head, cracking loudly once more.

Annette felt her flesh puckering as she waited for the second blow. It came with a vengeance, biting along her lower back as if it would crush her spine. She jerked to the right, her knees flying apart. The ropes hurt even more as she screamed.

"Yeah, that's right, slut. Keep on screamin'. But man, you can't get enough of it, right? You want more, right, baby?"

David reached forward, twisting her hair in his fingers and jerking her head up from the floor.

Annette moaned, her scalp hurting terribly. She wouldn't answer him.

"Go ahead and lie there, then. I don't give a fuck," David grumbled, standing back after releasing her hair. "You're gonna get ass-fucked whether you dig it or not."