Schoolgirl Bondage
By Paul Gable
Chapter 1
"Bitch! Slut! You little fuckin' cunt. You're gonna put
out for me right now!" David shouted.
Annette Davis backed away, one hand on the handle of the
sliding glass door. The blonde schoolgirl felt her heart pounding
so fast she thought it would surely burst. Moving her other hand
up to the torn bodice of her white dress, she tried frantically to
hide.
"No, you don't understand," she began, her voice quavering as
she stepped to one side of the balcony door. "I ... I didn't come
up here to do anything!"
Hot tears began welling up in the girl's eyes. David sneered
at her.
"Yeah, sure. That's what the fuckin' cunts say till I get a
chance to poke 'em. When I get my cock up your pussy, you're
gonna go nuts," he said, rubbing his crotch slowly with one hand.
He was getting hard, his cock pushing up against the faded Levi's
material.
"I thought you just wanted to talk," Annette said, sorry she
had ever given in to the wild feeling that had overwhelmed her at
the school dance. David Fielding, star quarterback of the first
string in her high school, had paid attention to her, of all
people, for the first time ever! And when he had said something
about going up to his parents' condo nearby, Annette had been
swept off her feet. "I thought we were just going to ... neck or
something."
David threw back his head and laughed. "Nobody does that
anymore, baby. Fuckin'. That's what it's all about."
He dropped his smile quickly, pushing aside the small end
table and heading directly for Annette. She hesitated, that pause
giving David enough time to reach her.
"No, no, leave me alone! Help, help!"
Annette twisted in his paw-like hands, feeling his fingers
pressing against her upper arms. He bruised her flesh with his
grip, shaking her so hard she thought her head would snap off.
"Shut up, you fuckin' slut! I said shut up!" David screamed.
Annette was too far gone to listen to him. She began
shrieking, kicking her feet against him, anything to try to break
the savage grip.
Shoving her back roughly, the big-boned stud raised one hand
high in the air, bringing it down quickly in a broad arc. Annette
saw the fingers slicing through the air, the shadows cutting
across her body as she cringed and waited for the blow. It came
as a violent shock, the hot stinging of his striking hand snapping
her head to the left. She finally tumbled to the floor, her
forehead striking a table leg.
"Now, you ain't gonna give me no problems, right?"
David was standing over her, his legs spread, one on either
side of her prone body. Annette pushed the hair from her eyes.
Raped! She was going to be raped, and there was nothing in the
world she could do about it. Just the thought of submitting to
someone like David sickened her.
Reaching down, David twisted his fingers in her long hair,
jerking her head up several inches from the floor. Annette's
mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth. She
had never felt such pain before in her life! Her eyelids
fluttered while a nervous tic made her cheeks shudder. David
jerked up again, twisting his fingers around and around until
Annette heard several of the strands tearing from her scalp. She
screamed, finally finding her voice.
"You're gonna be fucked proper."
"No, no, don't do that to me! Please, I'll do anything, but
don't ... don't do that!"
David laughed at her pleas, dragging her halfway across the
living room by the hair. Annette tried getting up, her legs
twisting around each time he jerked her hair and caused her more
agony. She felt her knees bumping hard against the couch. An end
table overturned, spilling the magazines and overfilled ashtray
onto her face. Annette found herself being dragged down the
corridor. The bedroom.
"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.
David was on top of her, his hands tearing at her dress. She
could hear the buttons ripping from the material and thought at
once of her mother and how she would explain the tears to her.
David was pawing with her tits, struggling with the bra
strap. Annette tried rolling down hard, feeling her back flat
against the mattress. David slapped her several more times, his
hand bruising her cheeks and chin. In the end, the girl had to
surrender.
"That's it, bitch! Come on, give it up. You're gonna have
one hell of a time before you give in to ol' Davey."
She felt his fingers sliding under her cups, pulling up hard
at the narrow banding holding her bra together. She felt the rear
straps pulling taut against her shoulder blades. There was a
tearing sound. And then she felt her thirty-six-inch tits
springing free. They slapped together, then rolled apart.
"Man, seen 'em bouncin' around down the hall when you walked.
But these are nice, real nice."
He reached down, pressing his fingers against her tits, then
rolling them up against one another in such a way so that her
nipples touched one another. He rubbed them against each other
that way, laughing at her as she groaned and rolled her ass up on
the bed. They were getting hard.
"So, you don't wanna get fucked, eh? You don't wanna get
poked, but Christ, you're gettin' real excited from what I can
see."
"No, no!"
Her smothered protests were unconvincing. David dropped his
head, holding her tits apart. In a moment, Annette could feel his
lips cupping one stiff taut nub; his teeth nipping hard against
the sensitive flesh while he sucked hard. The girl's eyes rolled
back.
"Uhhhhhh."
"That's it, baby, that's it, you're comin' around. Man,
you're probably gonna burn up my dick when I get through with
you."
Her fear was mounting more and more as he sucked at her
nipples. She felt his hands pressing against her shoulders now,
holding them firmly against the mattress while his knees rubbed up
against her thighs. Annette swallowed hard. She could feel the
narrow nylon crotch of her panties rubbing up and down against her
clit and into her cunt crack.
David was muttering terrible things in her ear--things about
how he was going to fuck her and how she would love it. Annette
tried to close her mind to it all.
David pulled away and looked at her. "Hot bitch. That's
what you are."
The young stud reached down and cupped his fingers around her
pussy, pressing the soppy nylon into her fuzzy fuck-crack. The
sudden touch of his hand down there, pushing in the slick
material, made the young blonde teen gasp. She arched her back
again, biting her lower lip.
Annette felt his fingers curling around the elastic waistband
of her briefs. He was tugging them down. In a last desperate
effort of modesty, the girl shoved her hips down, pressing her ass
into the mattress. David tore them away.
She was naked, completely stripped of her clothing. He was
pawing her pussy, grabbing a fistful of her cunt-hair and tugging.
"No!"
It was strange feeling a man touch her down there. The long
firm fingers plowed through her fine blonde cunt hairs, and the
touch of his jagged nails against her thigh flesh and her clit
made Annette twist against the mattress.
Suddenly David pulled a handful of her cunt hairs from her
pussy.
"Yaghghghghhh!"
It was as if someone had dumped hundreds of hot coals in her
cunt. She jerked her body, nearly rolling from the bed. David
pushed her back, slapping her again until she pulled back
whimpering.
He had one hand around her throat now, the thumb pressing
into her windpipe. Annette drew both hands to his wrist, her
nails scraping against his flesh. He was choking her, really
choking her! She brought up her legs, vainly trying to kick him,
do anything to get that horrid hand from her throat so she could
breathe. But David kept his fingers around her windpipe,
increasing the pressure. David released her at last, letting her
cough and choke to get the air back in her lungs.
"Don't ... oh God, don't do this again," Annette gasped.
Before she had a chance to recover, David flung himself onto
her belly. He was prying her legs apart with those rough fingers.
She felt his knees rubbing up against hers, spreading her open
while that fat cock of his was rubbing up and down against her
cuntal crack. He was kissing her, holding her head with both
hands and dropping his tongue into her mouth. She fought him,
trying to close her mouth to him. But, again, David won out.
Spittle bubbled from her mouth, running down her chin and cheeks
as he tongued her and dry-fucked the girl.
"Yeah, yeah, you want it bad. Gonna make sure you work for
it."
He pulled off her quickly; leaving Annette panting heavily on
the bed, her legs draped over either side of the mattress. She
watched him, watched his blood-heavy prick swinging from side to
side as he walked to his dresser and pulled open the second drawer
from the top. He was drawing something long and narrow from the
dresser. Rope! Several strands hung from his right hand. In a
second he was back on the bed, rolling her onto her left side and
drawing her hands and legs behind her.
She felt one piece of half-inch line slip around her wrists.
He was snugging the rope tight, securing it with a double-hitch
knot.
He pulled her legs back a little farther, roping her ankles
together in much the same way as her wrists, then drawing them
together. In a moment, he had her wrists bound to her ankles in
such a way the girl couldn't close her knees or roll away from
him. David edged forward between her opened thighs, his prickhead
red-hot. There were droplets of some liquid bubbling up out of
his piss-slit. Annette felt terribly frightened.
He reached down, rubbing the backs of his knuckles over her
cuntlips. Annette let out a groan, closing her eyes, wondering
when he was going to fuck that huge, meaty cock into her pussy.
She heard her own ragged breathing become more labored as David
lowered his body onto hers. She felt his chest pressing against
her tits.
Again David laughed, pushing his fingers through her hair and
tugging roughly. He was moving his prick up and down, making sure
she could feel the full hard length pressing open her cuntlips.
The tip of his cock was nudging up against her clit, bringing
hotter shocks from that tiny spindle.
