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"You're hurting her!" Annie cried somewhere in the background.
"That's her tough luck, baby. She knew what to expect when she walked in upstairs. And now she don't want it? Tough shit! You were like that at the start, remember? You didn't want me to touch you, didn't want to fuck around with all that shit. Now..."
"Yes." Annie said, worriedly wringing her hands together. "But--"
"Ain't no buts, here," Hank said, backing down, his fingers still twisted in Betty's long blonde hair. The girl's head was drawn back as far as it could go. She blinked, staring up at the ceiling. Never before had she felt such helplessness, such terror. Her feet touched the basement floor. Hank's grip on her hair relaxed. But, when she started back for the stairs once more, he tightened his hold, pulling back on her hair so hard he brought her to her knees.
"Uughhhhh!" Betty grunted in pain.
"Hank!" Annie cried.
"Shut up and get back here."
In a moment, Betty found herself on her back, struggling under the big heavy athlete. He was pulling her hair out, tearing it by the roots while dry fucking her. She felt his tongue on the base of her throat, wiggling back and forth. Through the material of her skirt she could feel his prick rubbing up and down.
"Stop it! Stop!" she screamed.
He was pulling up her skirt, wadding it around her waist while kicking her thighs apart. In a moment she felt his prick better, felt his cock rubbing up against the wet crotch of her panties. All that was keeping his prick from fucking into her cunt was that thin, wet, narrow band of nylon. And he was shoving hard against it, pushing the slick material up against the folds and hollows of her fuckhole!
It made her feel so weird, so spacy! Betty almost forgot about the cold hardness of the concrete floor hurting her back and shoulders.
"Stop it, stop it!" Betty shrieked, trying to bend her knees to kick him. She thought of all the training her mother had given her in protection. She thought about the advice to kick a man in the balls if he ever attacked her. But there was no room to move. The wild throbbing in her cunt was growing worse and worse, gradually sapping her of her will to fight back. Again she heard her girlfriend calling out in the background. But where was she? Things were becoming so out of focus for her!
She felt Hank grabbing at the bottom of her blouse. By now the garment was out of her skirt. She heard tearing sounds. Freezing, the girl felt the blouse loosening around her sides and shoulders. In a moment it was gone. Then the big man clamped his hands around her bra cups. He was moving them up and down, rubbing the stiff scratchy material against her nipples. Betty let out a long, low moan, turning her head to one side, unable to see that look of wild triumph in Hank's eyes. He was pulling those mounds apart. And then, with another tearing sound, her bra was halved, torn apart.
"What? Noooooo!" she cried.
Hank was putting his mouth on her nipples, sucking them. He was actually sucking them! Betty felt his teeth tearing at the tender nubs, felt his tongue lashing at the nipples until she found herself wallowing her shoulderblades against the hard, cold floor. Her knees were pushing out while her asscheeks bounced against the concrete. It was awful, horrible the way she was disgracing herself in front of Hank and her girlfriend. But what else could she do? The feeling was nearly overwhelming, driving out any sense of decency that remained in her.
"No, no, I don't want to! Please, I don't want to!" she cried in a throaty whisper.
But her body movements told another story. While he tongued her tits, soaking them with hot spittle, the young man reached around, tore open the top button of her skirt, then yanked open the zipper. Betty struggled again.
"You do that again, bitch, and I'll punch you till your ribs break."
She stopped, freezing while she felt her skirt being yanked over her ass-cheeks, her knees, then her ankles. Gone! Now the only thing she had left on were her panties. And she could feel them sliding down, the elastic band rubbing over her hipbones. He was yanking her panties down, tugging them over her hips. Betty felt her briefs fly away.
"Ooooohh!" she moaned.
She wanted to die! The girl was horrified, pushed beyond simple humiliation! This stud had stripped her--wrestled her down to the floor and stripped her in front of her helpless girlfriend. And now he was going to... going to fuck her!
"That's it baby, move that ass," Hank whispered in one ear, wiggling his tongue in and out of the waxy canal. At the same time he reached between her legs and put his free hand on her cunt mound.
Betty imagined sparks flew from her clit and showered into her cunt! Arching her back she rested her body on her shoulder blades and her feet. She felt those fingers greedily working her cunt-lips against one another, milking them until the frothy fuck juice dripped out and dribbled down into her asscrack! She rocked her body from side to side shamelessly, no longer caring what Hank or Annie thought of her. He had touched her secret button. He had triggered off a riot of sensations that had been there just below the surface of her respectability, aching to be turned free. While his fingers moved up and down over the fuzz-covered pussy- meat Betty twisted helplessly under him.
"Gonna do it now, do it now!" he whispered.
Thinking about his cock once more, Betty struggled wildly again. That long prick! He was going to fuck his long cock up her cunt. No, his prick would split her wide open!
"No!" Betty screamed.
"Don't fight me, baby!"
Hank moved back, supporting himself on one hand and his knees while raising his right hand above her head. Betty saw the fingers curling, saw them coming down at her. Closing her eyes, bracing herself, she let out a long wail as the paw-like hand crashed against one side of her head.
The girl's body rocked from the force of the blow. Stars popped in front of her eyes while her hair splashed across her face. Another blow! Her teeth rattled against one another while her tits slapped together.
"Nice tits, baby, nice. I'm gonna dig fuckin' my cock through 'em. But right now I wanna see you perform."
He backed away, leaving Betty alone for a few moments. The girl held her head in both hands, fanning her fingers over her eyes. If only she could sink through the floor and drop away from these awful people. Annie! Hank! And she herself had come willingly to Annie's house, driven by some unknown force. Now she was on her back, stripped naked, having been slapped around and felt by this strange young stud.
"Come on." Hank said.
Betty opened her eyes, seeing Hank motioning her toward the workbench. Sitting on the workbench, her legs spread apart, was Annie! No, she wasn't going to do what they wanted! It was evil, perverted!
"No!" she yelled.
"Come on!" Hank said impatiently, reaching down and grabbing her hair.
Betty squealed, her hands shooting up, her fingers curling. Defensively the teen tried clawing those offending hands from her head. But Hank only laughed at her wild attempts, knocking her hands away, dragging her yowling and screaming across the floor. The concrete hurt her knees as she was pulled over the cracks and bumps toward her girlfriend.
"Go on, lick her cunt. Come on!" Hank ordered, still holding onto her by her long blonde hair.
"No!" Betty shouted.
Hank wouldn't take anymore from the protesting girl. Muttering obscenities at her, he shoved her head between Annie's soft thighs, rubbing her nose in the warm cunt.
"Ughhhh!" she choked.
Betty thought she would retch! Never before in her short life had she ever thought about something like this! Once or twice she had heard about women who did this kind of thing. But they were sick, deviates, people you didn't talk to. Never could she imagine herself doing that sort of thing, certainly not with her best girlfriend! And yet there she was, crouched down in front of the workbench, her face shoved into that warm pussy.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, lick it up." Hank encouraged, moving one hand from her head to his cock and rubbing his hand up and down over the fat prick.
Betty was terrified. Annie had always been her best friend, protecting her against other girls, offering her all kinds of advice. And yet there she was, actually hurting her in a way.
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