"No, don't!"

David jerked her hair again, slapping her twice across the cheeks to stun the girl. Annette tried in vain to keep herself conscious through all this. But the blows had temporarily stunned her. Groaning, she felt the boy slipping his hands under her armpits and pulling her the rest of the way into his bedroom.

There was more movement, more dragging. When she finally started coming around Annette realized she was flat on the floor, her legs spread apart. The top of her ripped dress had fallen down once more, exposing her bra. David had pulled off his shirt and was fumbling around with his zipper.

David locked the door. She was in his room, his prisoner. He stood there now, pushing his pants to his boot tops. The hot smell of his crotch washed over her. And then Annette saw what had been pressing up against his Levi's. That prick… that horrid, big thing that was bouncing up and down now. It had to be at least eight, maybe nine inches long and so thick! Annette drew back, resting her head against the bed while drawing her knees together. No. No. He couldn't be serious!

"Like it? There're some bitches at school who'd be on their knees right now if they could," David sneered, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his cock.

"No, no, I don't believe it!"

He moved closer, his fat cock waving from left to right. She could see just how muscular his thighs and belly were.

"Something wrong, baby?"

"No. Just please, please don't hurt me," Annette whimpered, hoping her plea would mask the real feelings soaring through her body now.

"Yeah, right," David said, wiping his mouth. David moved up a little closer, then brought his right hand down against the side of her head. He struck her hard enough to daze her. Then, wrapping his fingers around her hair, he dragged her up to the bed, flopping her down like a caught fish. Annette heard the headboard clattering against the wall behind her.