All I could do was feel… feel his fingers scraping over my cunt… feel my clit throbbing and aching…

I felt a pressure inside my body, and although I wasn't thinking well, I was worried.

I paid it no attention though.

I figured that if it was in my cunt, and I was afraid, well, naturally I was afraid of rape.

Right?

Well, his fingers started to spread my pussy lips, and soon, they were snaking right up into my cunt hole.

I felt the muscle around the rim closing in real tight, but there wasn't anything I could do to keep his fingers from entering me… he was much much stronger than I was.

Back in the days before he started doing drugs, Johnny had played football for the team, and now, even though his coordination wasn't worth the effort for him to even go out for the team, his muscles were still well-developed… and like I said, he got in a lot of extra practice beating people into the dirt and all.

Well, he wasn't going to have to beat me into the dirt.

I felt that big meaty arm of his clamp around my neck and start to squeeze, and decided right then and there that the scars from rape would heal a lot faster than the scars from death, so I went all limp, letting my muscles sag and relax, and he just moved right in, piling his fingers up into my cunt.

I groaned from the pain, but I stopped fighting him.

I knew that I wanted to live, and at that moment, I didn't trust him to let me, if I fought him, that is.

He pulled my dress up, and then, gripping the waistband of my panties, he pulled real hard on it, just yanked as hard as he possibly could, and I felt the material tear.

I felt another burst of fear… at least I thought it was fear, but the truth is, I was too worked up and hyper-charged with adrenalin to know what I was feeling, to know what I was thinking, to know what was happening to me.

I just felt my nerves alt starting to explode, all through my body, and I felt my muscles starting to twitch, and to jerk, and I just knew that I was going to be in for one rough time.