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leaned down, nuzzling and kissing her breasts through her bra. Her arms were crushed behind her back. He pressed his lips on hers, their breaths mingled, their tongues touched, and his hand found her crotch, rubbing up and down. Sliding his hand through the leg opening of her panties, he slipped his middle finger in, toying with her slit but not penetrating it. She shuddered with the shock of a new sensation. His breath was hot and shivery against her ear.
    “Say I promise,” he said. “Promise me you’ll do everything I tell you to—and I mean everything.”
    “I promise,” she murmured from a fear-constricted throat. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, his tongue delving in. He slid his middled finger up and down all the warm delicate flesh, then he pushed in to the first knuckle. He wriggled it, and then moved it up and down, and a little deeper in. He worked it all the way in.
    “Shit,” he said, breathlessly. “I was hoping this little thing was intact.” He kept his finger planted deeply inside her. “Are you still a virgin? Have you just been fingering yourself?”
    He moved his hand around more aggressively. He was looking down at her heavily, his mouth open. “Mine’s not your first cock is it, girl?”
    She strained and groaned. He was starting to hurt. She felt a pinching pain inside her.
    “Are you a virgin?” he asked again.
    She shook her head.
    “You slut,” he said. “It’s a shame, but I guess you’ll stand more fucking than if you had been a virgin. Did you lose your virginity to your boyfriend?”
    She nodded, holding her breath from the intense discomfort.
    “Have you been with anyone else? Don’t just nod and shake your head, fucking answer me.”
    “No,” she said.
    “Does your boyfriend make you come?”
    She hated that he was asking her all these questions. “Yes,” she said.
    “I bet only half through, right? I bet nothing releases inside, and you stay all tense and unsatisfied.”
    She squirmed and complained and he eased up a bit, just a bit.
    “I’m going to be shoving something else in there,” he said as he pushed a second finger into her, “and I’ll bet you’re going to love it. We’ll get rid of these clothes first, eh? It’ll be better that way.”
    He dragged her out of the car, and she suddenly panicked. She knew if he got her into that house she was dead. She started struggling, screaming no no! He threw her against the bonnet of the car, and pinned her facedown. He grabbed her bound wrists, pushing them up towards her shoulder blades. She screamed, then dropped her head to the bonnet, sobbing, and choking on her own breath.
    “Do you want to fight me?” he said. He bumped his knee into her backside, then did it again, and again, making her cry out with each one. “You going to fight me? You going to fight me? Huh? You going to fucking fight me?”
    “No!” she cried. “No!”
    He kept kneeing her backside, till it was bruised.
    “You want to fight, bitch? Huh?” He slapped the back of her head.
    Tears streaked her cheeks, and she begged and pleaded for him to stop. He let her lay against the car, catching her breath. Then he grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards, grinding his crotch against her backside, insinuating what he was going to do to her.
    “You’re all alone out here, girl. Nobody can hear you. It’s just you and me. Break your promise—fight me—try to run—try anything—and I’ll beat this hot ass of yours till you’re bleeding all over.”
    He pulled her upright, and turned her so she faced him. He pushed her against the car. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He leaned in on her, stooping a bit so his hard prick pushed against her crotch, all the while mashing his mouth hard onto hers. His hands went over her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them.
    “Look what you’ve done to me,” he said. He took her hand, and made her feel him through his jeans. “You made it