"No, please," she whispered, seeing the blurred, handsome face twist around.

Through the nightmarish quality of her thoughts came the sudden realization that he was now off her, his hands on her wrists. Slowly she turned her head and saw that he was tying her right hand to the corner of the bed frame with a piece of greasy-looking rope.

"What are you doing?" she moaned, still feeling the flood of pain in her jaw.

"Gonna hog-tie you and fuck you like the pig you are," Greg said, reaching for her other hand.

With horrified fascination, Debby watched him attach another rope to her left hand and anchor it to the edge of the bed. He then jerked her legs apart and tied her feet to the corners. When he'd finished, he tore her panties and bra away, leaving her fully naked.

"Wow, you sure have gotten pretty," Greg said, removing his own clothes. "Now you just be a good little girl and don't make me ruin your face for you."

Now fully conscious, Debby couldn't imagine being more terrified. She was going to be assaulted by this animal, with that monster of a cock that bobbed up and down from his hairy crotch.

Debby swallowed hard and looked at him as if trying to force him from her thoughts, hoping she would wake up and find this to be nothing more than a bad dream.

He didn't even look like the old Greg she remembered. Gone was the affection in his eyes, the quick smile. Now he looked like some pagan God, ready to fuck a virgin.

"Remember this?" Greg said, grasping his cock in his right hand. "This was the baby that poked out your cherry."

That night seemed a million years ago for Debby. As she looked at his thick, pulsating prick shaft of rock-hard meat, it seemed impossible that she had almost, worshiped his cock.

"Don't hurt me," Debby said, flinching with cold terror. "God, just let me go, please!"