He makes you pay

"Please Rick...can't you help me....just this once?" you say coyly, smiling at him and biting your lower lip in appeal. You're still sure you can convince this teenage boy to see things your way.

He looks you over, his face clearly considering the situation. You smile inwardly, sure that you've succeeded.

"No, you're going to pay tonight," he says coldly, stepping towards you and pushing you against a wall.

"What are you doing!" you squeak in alarm, looking into his face as your struggle to escape.

"Collecting the payment," he says. "You were going to stiff me, now I'm going to stiff you."

"Noooo! Rick, you can't! Stop! I'll scream!" you plead as you struggle to escape. He grins at you with feral lust and grips your throat with one strong hand, squeezing it firmly.

"You won't scream. You'll just pay what you owe. Pay with what you've been showing off," he grins savagely, staring into your frightened face.

"Please...." you whimper softly, terrified that he'll hurt you. You can feel the strength in the hand that grips your throat and know that you are no match for the young man.

"That's better," he growls, his eyes glinting. His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your lush flesh through your t-shirt as you struggle feebly.

"Don't....Oh God don't..." you plead, your hands pushing against him uselessly. "Please don't **** me....please Rick....please..."

He grins at you, sneering at your pleas as his hand explores you, reaching under your short to fondle your bare flesh. Despite your terror you can feel your body starting to respond to his rough and unwelcome ****, the horniness that you felt earlier in the evening growing warmer with each moment.

"Don't...I'm begging you....please....OH GOD!" you squeal as his fingers find your pussy, roughly pressing between your lips and impaling you.

"You're getting wet," he chuckles. "You like it. This should be fun for both of us."

"No...please...stop...take your fingers out....Oh God take them out! Please...Rick please..." you beg as he thrusts his fingers into your cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You feel the fire growing inside you, your body and mind starting to surrender, starting to welcome his control.

He takes his hand away, but only to unzip himself and free his cock. He presses between your struggling thighs, his hand guiding his stiff meat, rubbing it between your swelling labia.

"Please...." you whimper, tears running down your cheeks. "You don't need to do this....please don't...please....please don't **** me....Oh God please stop...please....I'll do anything...I swear...please stop..."