"All the time I was in the slammer I thought about you, baby," Greg said. "And I promised myself I'd fuck you, just like you fucked me."

There was no reasoning with him, Debby realized. It wasn't her fault, not really.

Well, maybe I did volunteer the information a little too easily, she thought. After all, it wasn't every day a girl had a chance to be on a witness stand in front of all those people. It had been so exciting, like something in a movie. And all her girlfriends were there, hanging onto her every word.

It had made her feel so grown up, so experienced to tell of the time she'd spent with a criminal, and everyone in the court room had gasped, making her feel a little bit like Bette Davis maybe.

But she certainly didn't deserve to be treated like this for any reason. That she knew.

"Oh, God, hurry, please," Debby panted, feeling the pain increase again. "Your cock is too big for me."

"Guess we'll just have to ream it out later," Greg said. "But right now I'll just have to make do."

While Debby lay beneath his hulking frame, felt his monstrous cock, stab into her like a giant needle, she finally went limp. When she did, a lot of the pain melted from her body. Then, strangely enough, she felt a slight buzzing at the base of her spine. It wasn't exactly pleasure, but it was still somehow nice.

"Come on, bitch, I said move that ass," Greg said, kissing from her tit to the hollow of her throat. "Don't make me hurt you again."

Fearful of his hands around her throat again, Debby began pumping her ass up and down as best as she could, being tied up like that. Oddly enough, when she moved to meet his thrusts, her ass hurt less than when she just lay there. Glad for the relief, she began quickening her movements, slapping upward even faster.

"Hey, that's the way, baby," Greg said, grinning. "Shake that sweet ass and fuck on me."