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!"