"Whoopee, get along little doggie!" someone yelled.

Linda wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't even draw enough breath to whimper.

Pain ripped through the cheerleader's body as she was dragged across the rough concrete at the end of the lasso. The rope twisted as it pulled her, dragging her first face-down and then face-up across the parking lot. By the time the motorcycle squealed to a stop in the middle of the bunched cars, Linda had been battered almost unconscious.

"Turn her over!" a boy growled, and someone else stepped in to kick Linda over onto her back.

"Shit!" a girl grumbled. "Look at that slut's tits!"

"What else could you look at?" a boy replied. Linda Blame was a pretty girl. She had soft brown hair that tumbled to her shoulders and wide brown eyes that always seemed to twinkle. Her face was a perfect round-cheeked, schoolgirl oval. But right now the crowd of kids who were staring down at her hardly even noticed her face.

Linda had delicate ankles, perfectly turned calves and full, meaty thighs. Her hips were wide, and she had a big, lush ass. But her waist was small, a sharp curve that made her hips and ass seem even fuller. Boys and men were always looking at her great ass and sleek legs. But the country kids who were looking at her now barely mentioned them.

They were all looking at her fits.

Linda's fits were so big that they had almost kept her from becoming a cheerleader, so big that it was hard for her to find clothes to fit.

Linda wasn't a very big girl, but her tits would have been more than enough for a woman twice her size. Even with all but the top button of her dress fastened, the kids could see the top of her cleavage.