Paul Gable: Schoolgirl bondage

"Bitch! Slut! You little fuckin' cunt. You're gonna put out for me right now!" David shouted.

Annette Davis backed away, one hand on the handle of the sliding glass door. The blonde schoolgirl felt her heart pounding so fast she thought it would surely burst. Moving her other hand up to the torn bodice of her white dress, she tried frantically to hide.

"No, you don't understand," she began, her voice quavering as she stepped to one side of the balcony door. "I… I didn't come up here to do anything!"

Hot tears began welling up in the girl's eyes. David sneered at her.

"Yeah, sure. That's what the fuckin' cunts say till I get a chance to poke 'em. When I get my cock up your pussy, you're gonna go nuts," he said, rubbing his crotch slowly with one hand. He was getting hard, his cock pushing up against the faded Levi's material.

"I thought you just wanted to talk," Annette said, sorry she had ever given in to the wild feeling that had overwhelmed her at the school dance. David Fielding, star quarterback of the first string in her high school, had paid attention to her, of all people, for the first time ever! And when he had said something about going up to his parents' condo nearby, Annette had been swept off her feet. "I thought we were just going to… neck or something."

David threw back his head and laughed. "Nobody does that anymore, baby. Fuckin'. That's what it's all about."

He dropped his smile quickly, pushing aside the small end table and heading directly for Annette. She hesitated, that pause giving David enough time to reach her.

"No, no, leave me alone! Help, help!"

Annette twisted in his paw-like hands, feeling his fingers pressing against her upper arms. He bruised her flesh with his grip, shaking her so hard she thought her head would snap off.

"Shut up, you fuckin' slut! I said shut up!" David screamed.

Annette was too far gone to listen to him. She began shrieking, kicking her feet against him, anything to try to break the savage grip.

Shoving her back roughly, the big-boned stud raised one hand high in the air, bringing it down quickly in a broad arc. Annette saw the fingers slicing through the air, the shadows cutting across her body as she cringed and waited for the blow. It came as a violent shock, the hot stinging of his striking hand snapping her head to the left. She finally tumbled to the floor, her forehead striking a table leg.

"Now, you ain't gonna give me no problems, right?"

David was standing over her, his legs spread, one on either side of her prone body. Annette pushed the hair from her eyes. Raped! She was going to be raped, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it. Just the thought of submitting to someone like David sickened her.

Reaching down, David twisted his fingers in her long hair, jerking her head up several inches from the floor. Annette's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth. She had never felt such pain before in her life! Her eyelids fluttered while a nervous tic made her cheeks shudder. David jerked up again, twisting his fingers around and around until Annette heard several of the strands tearing from her scalp. She screamed, finally finding her voice.

"You're gonna be fucked proper."

"No, no, don't do that to me! Please, I'll do anything, but don't… don't do that!"

David laughed at her pleas, dragging her halfway across the living room by the hair. Annette tried getting up, her legs twisting around each time he jerked her hair and caused her more agony. She felt her knees bumping hard against the couch. An end table overturned, spilling the magazines and overfilled ashtray onto her face. Annette found herself being dragged down the corridor. The bedroom.

"No, don't!"

David jerked her hair again, slapping her twice across the cheeks to stun the girl. Annette tried in vain to keep herself conscious through all this. But the blows had temporarily stunned her. Groaning, she felt the boy slipping his hands under her armpits and pulling her the rest of the way into his bedroom.

There was more movement, more dragging. When she finally started coming around Annette realized she was flat on the floor, her legs spread apart. The top of her ripped dress had fallen down once more, exposing her bra. David had pulled off his shirt and was fumbling around with his zipper.

David locked the door. She was in his room, his prisoner. He stood there now, pushing his pants to his boot tops. The hot smell of his crotch washed over her. And then Annette saw what had been pressing up against his Levi's. That prick… that horrid, big thing that was bouncing up and down now. It had to be at least eight, maybe nine inches long and so thick! Annette drew back, resting her head against the bed while drawing her knees together. No. No. He couldn't be serious!

"Like it? There're some bitches at school who'd be on their knees right now if they could," David sneered, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his cock.

"No, no, I don't believe it!"

He moved closer, his fat cock waving from left to right. She could see just how muscular his thighs and belly were.

"Something wrong, baby?"

"No. Just please, please don't hurt me," Annette whimpered, hoping her plea would mask the real feelings soaring through her body now.

"Yeah, right," David said, wiping his mouth. David moved up a little closer, then brought his right hand down against the side of her head. He struck her hard enough to daze her. Then, wrapping his fingers around her hair, he dragged her up to the bed, flopping her down like a caught fish. Annette heard the headboard clattering against the wall behind her.

David was on top of her, his hands tearing at her dress. She could hear the buttons ripping from the material and thought at once of her mother and how she would explain the tears to her.

David was pawing with her tits, struggling with the bra strap. Annette tried rolling down hard, feeling her back flat against the mattress. David slapped her several more times, his hand bruising her cheeks and chin. In the end, the girl had to surrender.

"That's it, bitch! Come on, give it up. You're gonna have one hell of a time before you give in to ol' Davey."

She felt his fingers sliding under her cups, pulling up hard at the narrow banding holding her bra together. She felt the rear straps pulling taut against her shoulder blades. There was a tearing sound. And then she felt her thirty-six-inch tits springing free. They slapped together, then rolled apart.

"Man, seen 'em bouncin' around down the hall when you walked. But these are nice, real nice."

He reached down, pressing his fingers against her tits, then rolling them up against one another in such a way so that her nipples touched one another. He rubbed them against each other that way, laughing at her as she groaned and rolled her ass up on the bed. They were getting hard.

"So, you don't wanna get fucked, eh? You don't wanna get poked, but Christ, you're gettin' real excited from what I can see."

"No, no!"

Her smothered protests were unconvincing. David dropped his head, holding her tits apart. In a moment, Annette could feel his lips cupping one stiff taut nub, his teeth nipping hard against the sensitive flesh while he sucked hard. The girl's eyes rolled back.

"Uhhhhhh."

"That's it, baby, that's it, you're comin' around. Man, you're probably gonna burn up my dick when I get through with you."

Her fear was mounting more and more as he sucked at her nipples. She felt his hands pressing against her shoulders now, holding them firmly against the mattress while his knees rubbed up against her thighs. Annette swallowed hard. She could feel the narrow nylon crotch of her panties rubbing up and down against her clit and into her cunt crack.