BH-8199 Schoolgirl Bondage by Paul Gable


Chapter 1


"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.


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