Cristina, shocked and bewildered was being pulled along by a dog leash behind a complete stranger, Bubba Sizemore. The petite, shy, 18 yr. old Filipina was stark-naked, except for her high-heel shoes and an old dog collar that Bubba had put around her neck. Her hands were tied behind her back with her own pink panties. Bubba had stuffed an old, dirty hanky in her mouth and was pulling her with a dog leash he had hooked to the collar.
She kept looking back pleadingly at Mr. Roberts who had just given her to Bubba and told her to do everything Bubba said. Mr. Roberts just smiled and waved as Cristina stumbled after Bubba.
It had all started when she came over for the weekend to visit her school friend, Nancy. But Nancy and her mom had rushed off to an emergency at Nancy's grandmother's nursing home in the next city. They wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Later, Cristina had confided in Mr. Roberts that she was having her first date next week and didn't know what to do on a date. Mr. Roberts had promptly seduced her and had just finished taking her virginity when Bubba had showed up.
Now, poor, frightened Cristina tried to pull back, digging in her heels, hoping to get away. Bubba just reached back, seized one of her perky, petite brown nipples between two fingers, squeezed roughly and proceeded to haul her along by her nipple.
Cristina cried but little sound came out because of the old hanky stuffed in her mouth. Her nipple throbbed from Bubba's rough treatment and, every time she stumbled, her nipple stretched and pulled and hurt even more. It was hard walking across the garden in her high-heels.
Once, when she fell, Bubba just laughed and pulled her up by both nipples.
As they walked, Bubba grumbled, "Mr. Roberts says I'm not allowed to damage the goods. That's half the fun! Well, a promise is a promise. We can have fun without spoiling you too much. Come on inside so I can check you out closer. Never rode a foreign compact before. Hope you're good. You won't like it if I'm not happy."
Cristina's spirits sank as she realized that Bubba was really not a nice person.
He pushed her inside his porch, grabbed her hair and made her walk backwards to his basement door. Shoving her down the basement stairs, he turned on the lights. Cristina found herself in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, a couple of camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. There were also some ropes coiled on the floor. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls.
Cristina's eyes bugged out!
Bubba pulled one of the chains lower, hooked it to Cristina's dog collar and let the heavy spring pull her up until the toes of her high-heels barely touched the floor. She desperately tried to keep her balance to avoid dangling from the hook.
