I didn't want to die.

But I knew that I was hopelessly defenseless against him.

He slapped me four or five more times, each one solidly applied to my ass cheeks, each one stinging like flames, and each one hurting me bad, so bad the tears were spurting from my eyes.

"Stop, Johnny," I said again, and again… I don't know how many times I said it, begging him. He completely ignored me. He was a sadistic beast.

And then, I heard the final sound, the one that I'd been dreading the most.

I heard his zipper coming down.

He pulled his cock out.

Even in the dim light, I could see the shape of the thing. It was huge. It was a monster.

"Oh… my… God…" I said, astounded.

I realized that I had about thirty seconds of life left… and then my body would be split wide open, ripped from my cunt right up the middle… and I'd bleed slowly to death…

Well… maybe I was being a little melodramatic, but I knew that Clyde cock had never been that big… and I didn't think that cocks could grow that big.

Ten inches.

That's what it was.

A ten inch cock. Two inches across.

My pussy was already screaming in pain, just from the thought of that thing pressing into it… squeezing against it.

I felt him pull my legs apart, and suddenly, in a fit of blind panic, I started to scream, babbling incoherently, and struggling.

He reached between my legs, grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and started to pull on it.

"Ease up, Doll," he said calmly. "I can get mean. Really mean. I don't want to… but I will."

I kept on shouting, screaming… crying… babbling, and then, he slapped me.

Not on the thigh… not on my ass… but on my cunt. Brought the backs of his fingers down sharply across my wet, exposed slit.

It was like he'd pounded a sharp spike into my cunt.

I screamed, even more loudly, but I stopped struggling.