His other hand comes to my neck and he wraps his fingers around my throat, holding it firmly. A part of me wants him to tighten his grip. I want him t... squeeze, to show me his anger and to further invoke mine. Men like him only know what they want, what they feel entitled to take and to use. They do not know rejection, certainly not from someone like me, who has nothing they give any weight to or measure. Do it, I think. Squeeze. I want him to give me something to hate him for, something that. It would have been bad enough for any woman, being straddled by that animal. But for a girl like her, innocent and young, and without anything to go on, any prior experience to help her through, it must have been unbearable. She wondered whether the girl would ever recover. Julie had read about cases where the girls never got over the experience, never learned what sex really was, what it could and should be.Then she thought about Sally. She supposed Sally was--had been--a virgin, too. The. Michele groaned into her gag and wondered what was going to happen next; how could this animal become aroused again so fast!The Predator jumped onto the bed beside the woman; his hard member wobbling out in front him. He undid his belt and shucked down his jeans and underwear and kicked off his shoes when his clothing bunched at his ankles then he pulled off his socks so that he was naked from the waist down. The woman lay still on the bed breathing heavily through her nose because of the ball. ..” She took the leash and addressed the exited throng of woman, she eager to have him reward the masses beyond, and indulge her dominant ego with so willing a submissive.“Now, let’s see how near to the stocks you can get before disgracing yourself...” He was coaxed out into the open, his bleached white body radiant in contrast with the black sheep’s head hood and the horde of luxuriantly brown skinned women, who taunted his stumbling progress; he was no more than the animal he portrayed to.