"I will scream. I'll scream rape."

"That would be a mistake, Sandy."

"What would you do to me?"

"I would just beat the shit out of you. I would beat you until you couldn't scream anymore. You wouldn't tell on me and you aren't going to tell on me. You are too frightened of me to do that."

Miss Richardson grabbed both of the little girl's trim ankles at the same time, gripping them tightly, and she pulled her legs far open with a single sweep of her arms. Sandy could have kicked and struggled but she did not. She had decided that it was in her best interests to be cooperative and hope that the whole thing was over as quickly as possible.

Sandy could feel her ankles being tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Her eyes filled with tears so that she had to blink more frequently than usual to keep her vision clear.

Sandy could feel her pussy opening and becoming vulnerable. It was then that Sandy began to feel her horniness and her fear mixing inside her rattled brain. They were melting together. Sandy could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before her terror and her lust were all but indistinguishable.

Miss Richardson opened the door to the closet and got up on her toes so she could reach a shoe box that was on the top shelf. She pulled it down.

Across the top in block letters written in magic marker, it read, "TOYS." Miss Richardson took off all of her clothes. Sandy had to admit that the blonde – as cruel as she was – had one fantastic body. She was like an amazon woman!

When Miss Richardson was naked she flicked the top of the cardboard box off with a flick of her thumbnail.

She reached inside and pulled out a huge black rubber dildo. Sandy's eyes went wide when she saw it.

Indeed, the Italian girl's eyes opened so wide that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.

"You aren't going to try to get that whole thing inside me are you?" Sandy said with a trembling in her voice.