Sucking in her lower lip, trying to muster her flagging courage, Janet marched over the broken pavement to the run-down wooden house. Stopping by the gate, she cocked her head to one side. There was the sound of Latin music coming from the house next door. She thought she could see someone peering through the lace curtains. Did they know what was going on? Was that some woman eyeing her, pitying her, unable to help her as she marched off to her fate? Was there a man there who could rush in and save her if the others became too rough? No, they were probably just as frightened of Jack as she was.
The gate creaked open and Janet walked to the front door, hesitating only for a moment before knocking rapidly.
Jack appeared at the door, examined her briefly to make sure no one was with her, then jerked his head back in a movement to indicate she should walk in.
'Come here.'
The door slammed behind her. There was that same sour, stale smell hanging in the air. She sniffed, wrinkled up her nose, then squinted her eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the dim light.
Bill had begun to draw the drapes over the front windows. From the beer cans scattered on the rug, she guessed the threesome was well on the way to a heavy drunk. Janet stood there, her hands folded in front of her, wishing she could simply sink through the floor and die.
'I said move!'
Janet walked over to him and looked at Jack's cruel yet handsome-looking face. His eyes seemed to bore a hole right through her! Jack fished out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one out. He lit it, flicking the still-smoldering match to the floor. He inhaled deeply, blowing blue-gray smoke into Janet's face. She turned her head, putting one fist to her mouth and coughing violently.
'Get 'er naked.'
The command was almost military. She heard two beer cans being set down behind her. In a flash Bill and Greig were behind her, their fingers fumbling with her blouse and her skirt.
'No.'
Wheeling around, Janet curled her fingers into to fists and started beating at Bill's face, jerking her knee forward and trying to catch Greig in the groin. But it was hopeless, so hopeless! Bill had her by the waist, holding her tightly to his body. Behind her Greig was tearing her blouse off her, ripping the garment off her shoulders.
Snapping her head back, Janet let out a cry of wild despair. The blouse was gone! She could feel the dank air of the room against her naked flesh. Next came the bra. Fingers slipped under the elastic strap, fumbled with the snap, pulled it open. Someone tore off, threw it to the corner.
'Noooooo!'
Bill had her hand pinned behind her back, twisting her wrist around until Janet found herself bending to one side. She was off balance, nearly falling to the floor, while in front of her Jack laughed at her plight. In another moment she felt something tear around her waist. Her skirt was being pulled down, her feet raised, the garment flying away from her body. In another instant she felt fingers playing with her panties. Somehow the terrified blond teen had managed to work one hand free, twisting it from Bill's heavy grip. She gripped the waistband of her panties and hauled it back up. The men laughed, backing away for a moment, giving the frantic girl some room as she clutched her pink nylon panties desperately. They were toying with her, playing with her just as they had played with her five days before. She moved her eyes from one man to the other, feeling herself on edge, ready to spring away from any of them if they started for her.
'Feisty bitch, huh, guys? She ain't mellowed since I popped her cherry last week. That's real fuckin' good, baby, real good!'
'Animals!'
Jack got up, holding the burning cigarette in front of him like a weapon. He moved, his boots crunching over the dirty wooden floor.
'Oh please, please don't hurt me,' Janet whispered hoarsely.
She shook her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes tearing as she backed away from Jack. When the backs of her legs touched the couch, Janet knew she had reached the end of her rope. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Protectively she crossed her arms over her tits, her eyes rounded, focused on the glowing red tip of that cigarette.
'I like nipples like you got – nice, long and red. They get even stiffer and redder when you get goin', you know that? Man, when I was fuckin' you, they was like rocks,' Jack said, laughing softly.
Janet gasped, her eyes dropping for a moment to his crotch. She saw his cock stiffening, pushing up against the front of his trousers, tenting them while he kept talking about her tits, her nipples. Janet stood very still, watching him raise that cigarette. With a quick slap of his left hand, Jack knocked her arms away from her tits, warning her not to move.
'Yeah, nice hard nipples, nice and red,' he whispered, moving the tip of his cigarette within a few inches of her left tit tip.
'Please!' Janet whimpered, her body trembling with fear.
'Please, what? You want more? You want me to fuck you nice and hard?'
His lips were curled up cruelly, his eyes burning with something more than sexual desire, something more than a store desire to fuck her. Something in the back of Janet's mind was responding to his cruelty.
Janet took in a deep breath and held it. Her tits rode high on her chest, swelling out, the nipples nice and hard and red, the way Jack liked them. She stood very still, not daring to move as the big man in front of her brought that cigarette up toward her.
Fear coursed through Janet, her flesh breaking out into a cold sweat. She felt perspiration trickling from under her arms and oozing down her sides. The girl could feel the heat from the cigarette start to singe her nipple. It was starting to hurt her very much.
But then something else was happening. That voice, that faint voice inside her was growing louder. She could barely make it out. She was beginning to feel something other than pain rising in her. It was excitement, a wild kind of arousal that she knew no decent woman would experience. Something was happening deep down inside her, something that would have been better left alone. It was just like the feeling she had when Jack brutalized her the last time, when he talked so dirty to her on the phone! Maybe that rape had triggered something awful in her, something that was now mixing up pleasure and pain in her mind and body.
'Oh don't, don't.'
The sight of that burning cigarette an inch from her nipple made her shiver.
Jack smiled. He saw her shuddering, saw the look of animal terror glowing in her eyes. And he also saw the excitement that made her flesh crawl, made her eyes glow with something more than simple fear. Yes, he was in tune to Janet, in tune to her body and what was going on inside her even if the girl was ignorant of what she felt.
'Come on, baby, you want this… want it as bad as I do.'
Janet moved back slightly. Jack grunted, moved the cigarette a little closer. And then it happened. He touched the burning tip to her nipple.
At first, Janet couldn't believe it! The idea that another human would do this sort of thing to her shocked her. There was disbelief, followed quickly by the sensation of agony against the tip of her tit. Then she snapped her head back, her right hand coming up protectively and brushing away the cigarette as the searing pain made her shriek.
'Aaaghghhhhh!'
Stumbling backward, Janet toppled onto the couch, her hair whipping across her face. Her tits slapped together while her legs jerked apart. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she rubbed the injured nipple gingerly with one hand.
'No, baby, no, you don't get off that easy,' Jack said, crushing the burning cigarette under the heel of his boot. Reaching down, he backhanded Janet. 'Understand? You don't get away from me 'less I tell you.'
'Y-yes,' she stammered, blinking away the tears.
Oh, how it hurt! And yet the girl knew there would be more – much more.
'Lie down.'
'Where?' Janet asked, whimpering. Was he going to fuck her again? There would be no pain… at least like
