David laughed. "Fuckin' hypocrite. You want more and you keep tellin' me how much it hurts."

Annette couldn't answer him. The young boy beat the leather between her tensed white ass-cheeks again and again, reddening them as if he had painted them with a brush.

"Fuck, this ain't gettin' my prick anywhere," David said, suddenly stopping and throwing the belt to one side. "Gonna take care of it right now."

"No, no…"

Annette felt weak. Her knees were hardly able to support her as he dragged her off the carpet and draped her over a large, high-backed chair just in front of the aquarium. She blinked the tears away, wondering just how long this was going to last.

David grabbed the bottle of lotion and squeezed the yellowish liquid onto one palm. She could hear him greasing down his prick. Then one rude finger was jammed into her shitter, rubbing the cool greasy liquid into her asshole.

"Now, this is gonna be good, baby. Fucked in the cunt, then fucked in the ass," David said, bracing his knees up against the backs of her legs. "Bet you won't be able to sit down for a week."

"No, stop!"

She felt his fingers hooking around her narrow hipbones. It was a nightmare.

CHAPTER THREE

"Uhhhhh… owwwww! Oh, it hurts! It hurts! Please, don't."

"Christ, you're gonna bring down the cops if you keep yellin' like that," David warned.

"I don't care. You're hurting me!" Annette cried, tears blinding her vision.

"Damn it. Gonna have to choke you before I stick this mother all the way in."

He rubbed his fat cockhead up against her shitter lips, bracing his prick with one hand while still holding onto her thighs with the other. When the pressure increased and her asshole began to stretch, Annette felt pain as she had never felt before. It was as if someone were trying to tear her body in half. Her belly contracted while her thighs tightened from the attack. Her ass-ring tightened, refusing to let David go any farther.