'Does it matter?' he finally answered in a deep voice.
His answer made her shiver. For the first time Marcie realized he was here to play with her, to fuck her. He didn't have to say anything. It was the way he stood, the way he looked down at her. The girl felt real fear creep along her spine.
As he took another step forward, Marcie drew back. The window light caught the man's face and upper torso. He was sweating, his eyes glistening with excitement. His forehead wrinkled and the skin around his dark eyes tightened. It looked as if he hadn't washed for some time, streaks of dirt appearing on his face.
'Don't.'
It was a silly plea considering her predicament. But Marcie couldn't think of anything else to say. He was such a big man, bigger than Brad or any of the other guys at school. Then she saw a large, ominous bulge down his right pantleg. It was growing, throbbing against the dirty faded material.
CHAPTER TWO
Marcie drew back a little farther, feeling her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her ribcage.
'What are you going to do to me?' she asked, the question stopping the big man's advance.
'What do you wanna know for, baby? We're just gonna have ourselves a little fun,' he said, running his fingers through his long black hair. 'And if you play it right, you can have a good time too.'
Marcie let out a choked sob, drawing back until her ass was pressed into a corner of the room. She drew her legs under her butt. No, no, he can't rape her. She won't let it happen. It won't happen!
'You're gonna have one hell of a time with ol' Jack here,' he said, pushing out his massive chest. At the same time he ran his fingers down his pantleg. His dick responded by growing even more, twitching under his touch.
'Ain't never had no woman complain about my cock once they had it between their fuckin' legs. You're gonna have one hell of a thrill. Bet'cha none of them high-school punks got a rod like this 'un,' Jack said, unbuttoning his Levi's.
Marcie's eyes widened. She shook her head. 'No, don't. I've never… never done this before.'
Jack stopped unzipping his trousers, his sensuous lips curling into a smile.
'Yeah?' He chuckled, smiling more broadly. He licked his chops like a hungry wolf. 'Well, baby, I'm gonna break you in right, so when some other guy fucks you, you'll know how to act,' he said, approaching her again.
'No!'
'Stupid little bitch,' Jack growled.
When she hesitated, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with several strands. Curling them around his fingers, he jerked hard.
Marcie screamed, her eyelids fluttering. Pitching forward, the girl was dazed. She scrambled about on her hands and knees, her fingers clawing at his offending hands.
Jack kept her, down, refusing to let her rise to her feet. He laughed loudly, watching the young teenager twist and writhe helplessly under him. At times, her fingernails scratched his hands badly, but the pain seemed to add to his pleasure. He dragged her about the room, yanking at her hair, threatening to snatch her bald then fuck her in the ass.
He jerked her close to him. He slapped her, cracking her lip. Marcie moaned, tasting blood. He growled, calling her all sorts of filthy names. Suddenly nothing but terror filled her mind. He was obscene, sick, someone who could very possibly kill her. She stopped struggling, falling back when he let her go.
'Nice, nice. You're gonna be so nice between my fuckin' legs,' Jack whispered tightly, rubbing his cock again.
Marcie saw him raising his hand as if to hit her again. She tensed, scooting back to the wall. The big man advanced.
'No, don't…'
She saw his big hard-on, heard his heavy breathing. His eyes glowed evilly. It was awful! Nothing in her life had prepared the girl for this terrible ordeal. The more she trembled, the more he smiled. His big lips pulled back across his straight white teeth. The girl drew back, trying to flatten herself against the wall. Then his hand came down as if in slow motion. The shadow of that descending hand cut across the room. Marcie could feel the rush of air that preceded it. Then there was the sharp sensation of the blow.
'Unnghhhhhooooo!'
Her head snapped to one side, her long blonde hair lashing across her face as her legs flew apart. Marcie's body twisted halfway around, one leg folding over the other. Her cheek throbbed while tears streamed from her eyes.
Jack let her lay there. The excitement in the room was rising quickly. Yes, excitement. Of course Jack was aroused. One look at his fly could tell anyone that.
But strangely enough, Marcie was feeling something hot, something warm and moist rising in her pussy. It was similar to the feelings she felt just before the kidnapper walked in. Was there some dark force responding to all the pain and degradation? Her head was too confused with such thoughts for her to think clearly.
Jack let her cry for a moment. Then he unzipped his pants, curling his fingers around the waistband and shoving them down.
Marcie let out a cry, her eyes widening when his big nine-incher sprang free and bobbed up. The tip was so huge, so red! Something was leaking from it. Her scalp crawled as she examined the thick blue veins pulsing on his long, thick shaft. Surely he couldn't be serious about sticking that… that thing into her! Maybe a woman who'd been fucked for years could take something that big between her legs. But she'd never had anything larger than her finger in her poor little pussy.
As Jack strode toward her, his cock bobbed from side to side, his balls swinging.
'No, you're not going to… to touch me with that thing, are you?' she whimpered.
'Naw, I gonna write a letter home with it,' he snapped, throwing back his head and laughing. 'Yeah, I can see you ain't never had a dick before,' he said, his voice softening, trembling with excitement. 'Baby, it's gonna be work. But I'm gonna shove this fuckin' thing in you if it rips you up.'
The threat made her groan.
'Oh God, God…'
'That's it, baby, fuck while I make you bleed,' he snarled.
When he approached her again, Marcie scooted to one side, whimpering. He bent down, holding her by the wrist, tugging her forward, pulling her to the center of the small room. Marcie's nostrils flared as she fell onto her side, her legs sprawled out.
'Bitch!'
He was on top of her, his pants still knotted around his ankles, his cock sliding over her naked thighs. The big man had pushed up her dress, wadding it into a knot around her waist. Still holding onto her wrist with one hand, he moved his other hand between her legs.
The sensation of a man's hand against her pussy drove her wild. Marcie screamed, jerking her legs apart as if they'd been touched by a live electrical wire. Her ass danced over the filthy floor as her rape began. And when his thumb rammed her cunt, cutting into the slick sensitive tissues, Marcie realized it would be a brutal one.
CHAPTER THREE
'No, stop it… stop it!'
But Jack wasn't going to stop anything. He kept fingering her pussy, pinching her cuntlips, tweaking her clit until, without thinking, the young girl thrust her hips down, imbedding his thick thumb in her hot pussy.
