leather around his knuckles until they whitened. But he paused, hesitating.
'Oh please don't… don't.'
She stopped, realizing that her pleas were infuriating him more.
'Sit up.'
The command was sharp, authoritative. Cindy stared at him, her fingers working over the floor. The smell of beer from his mouth was almost nauseating. She hesitated, clinging to the floor for protection. Strands of her hair fell over her eyes.
'I said, sit up!'
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. No one, not even her mother in a rage had ever treated her like this! The pain made her scream, made her think he was going to snatch her bald!
She jerked one hand up to her scalp, clawing at the offending fingers as Jack kept tugging at her hair. Her hands flailed at him, beat at the large man, her knees scraping over the floor as he dragged her several feet away from the wall. Her mouth was struck by the side of his boot, her lower lip cracking. Cindy tasted blood.
'Noooo!'
Jack growled. All her courage evaporated, replaced by the presence of this man and all the horrors he stood for. Cindy shuddered to think of what he and his buddies could do to her.
'First thing you're gonna learn around here's that you jump when I say somethin', understand?'
He let her go, wiping his palms on his Levi's, watching her as she crawled back. Cindy saw that smile and instinctively knew it was the smile of a true sadist. She had heard about men and women who enjoyed hurting other people. Jack was an animal – a sadistic animal, a man who enjoyed placing his booted foot on the face of his victim and pressing down until the skull cracked. That image made Cindy cry out.
He raised one hand over his head, watching her cringe, watching her shrink against the wall again.
'No, no!'
As she lay cringing against the wall, he advanced. Cindy saw his hard-on tenting his Levi's, saw the dark stain increase around the tip of his aroused nine-inch cock. His eyes sparkled with an eerie glow. He had the hungry, fixed stare of a sewer rat as he focused on her.
'Oh God, God,' she moaned.
She trembled, terrified. Jack was smiling, that awful, broad sadistic smile of his. Those teeth – they reminded her of the fangs of a wolf, ready to tear apart her throat! Even as she flattened herself, trying to draw herself into a ball, his hand came down. It seemed as if everything had suddenly gone into slow motion. The fingers cut through the shadows. There was a soft whooshing sound as his hand neared her face. Then there was the sensation of the blow followed quickly by the report of that slap and the feeling of pain across her right cheek.
The force of that blow made her head snap to one side, her long blonde hair splashing over her face. Her body rolled half over, one leg folding over the other while her tits jiggled.
Cindy felt as if the world were exploding around her. He had backhanded her, his knuckles smashing against her jawbone, knocking her over. Her arms flailed out, her neck cramping as her head shot back in the other direction. Jack had nearly knocked her unconscious. One more slap, lighter than the others, made her head snap back, striking the wall with a thud.
'Come on, bitch.'
She whimpered, opening her eyes, seeing the room spinning before her. Her cheeks stung from the three blows, her head throbbed. The knowledge that he could be brutal, that he could savage her and there would be no one to run to for help, terrified her. Only dimly was Cindy aware that this possibility created asexual thrill that was intensified by the fear she felt.
Jack let her cry quietly for a second. But the excitement in the tiny room was building quickly.
'No, oh God…'
Her head was clearing. She rubbed her fingers over the long red marks on her cheeks, watching as Jack reached down and opened the tops of his dirty jeans.
Reaching down, he gripped the zipper tab and pulled down, the Levi's halving and revealing thick tufts of black cock hairs. He spread his legs farther apart to make the material stretch even more tightly against his body, making his prick appear larger than ever!
Cindy quivered, her eyes widening as he reached down and shoved his pants down, down over his narrow hips. She could see the base of his cock even in the dim light. It was two or more inches across, barely visible under the thick matting of cock hairs.
'God!'
She found herself holding both hands to her mouth, her eyes riveted to his crotch. He was still sliding down his jeans and still the tip of his prick hadn't come into view! Then finally she saw the bulbous, spongy head. All of those thick, meaty nine inches of dickmeat sprang up, released from the prison of his jeans. Jack's prick was huge. Donkey-dicked size, some of the girls in her high school would say with a nervous giggle. Cindy knew cunts were elastic, could stretch to accommodate almost any size cock. But she was a virgin. The biggest thing that had been in her pussy was her index finger! And he was going to rape her with that thing! He would split her in two, kill her with his cock!
Cindy shook her head from side to side, moaning with tenor as Jack slipped out of his trousers, then unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his massive shoulders.
'Oh please, don't… don't, I… I never did anything like this before. You're going to… to hurt me if you… you touch me like that,' she stammered, her mouth dry as cotton.
Jack hesitated at the girl's plea. He scratched his chin again, smiling down at her.
'A fuckin' virgin, huh? I didn't know there were some of 'em around after twelve,' he said, chuckling.
His cock seemed to harden at the thought that there was a virgin cringing in front of him, covering her cunt and tits protectively with her tiny hands.
'Please, don't… I'll do anything else. My mother will pay you… anything, but please, please don't touch me with… with that thing!' she begged, her voice dropping off at the end. Cindy was holding her hands together in front of her face in prayer fashion, her face, a mask of tension, of tenor. Jack reached down and scratched his leathery, hairy balls.
'I don't give a fuck whether you got your cherry or not!' he snapped.
Cindy watched with growing horror as he moved his fingers up and down his, vein-roped prick, the shaft slick with pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit.
'Fact, it'll probably be a real trip. I ain't fucked a virgin since I tapped my cousin back in Ohio,' he said, his cock hardening.
Cindy watched his balls draw up. If only she had a knife, something to defend herself with. She could cut him, cut off that awful wonderful dick and free herself. And, yet, at the same time she wanted to stretch out one hand and touch it, feel it, feel that long hot cock throbbing against her working fingers. Her crotch was filled with a wild throbbing, one that surpassed the tightness and heat of only moments ago. What was happening to her?
Sobbing, confused at her own cunt reaction to this approaching animal, Cindy moved, pressing against the wall. Once again she clenched her fists, pressing her knuckles against the floor. The girl could feel splinters digging into her ass. She was dizzy with fright. He was going to rape her.
He moved closer, his fat cock waving, striking his thighs. His thighs were muscular and hairy, looking like tree trunks. Cindy realized her tits were swelling, her nipples taut, straining against the cups of her bra. A sharp spasm passed through her cunt, making her clit tingle. As more juice flowed from her body, her thighs shuddered. She knew then that her entire body was alive, alive to anything that touched it. Her mother was right. She was a wicked girl, a young woman who was turning out to be a hard case, a slut!
Jack raised his hand again, keeping it high. The watch on his wrist glistened. Cindy waited, her flesh crawling. Then his arm came down. She screamed and, as if on cue, she heard someone else moan in the big house.
The hand crashed down on her head, striking her hard enough to daze her. Again he reached down and gripped her hair. As Cindy groaned, her eyelids fluttering, Jack dragged her to the center of the tiny room.
'Oh, oh, ohhhh!'
He was pawing her tits, struggling with her blouse buttons. Cursing under his breath, Jack ripped the garment open, a shower of buttons striking the floor. Cindy cried out, her small hands trying to cover her exposed
