Cindy thought of Bobby, thought of his fingers, of his cock. Yes, she wanted to be fucked, really fucked by him. His image floated in front of her eyes. She thought of him and worked her hips faster and faster. The girl dug in her cunt with her fingers, feeling her cherry with her fingertips. "Ohhhhhh!"

With one final wrench, she was through. A powerful shock raced through her body, knocking the wind from her. She fell onto her side, her legs drawn tightly up against her belly, her knees digging into her tits.

"Oh God, God…" Cindy whimpered, sobbing quietly.

The night sounds swelled around this dank, silent hole. Somewhere nearby she could hear coughing, sobbing. They were the sounds of a prison. If only she could talk with some of the girls, find out what kind of place this was.

Her helplessness made her angry. How dare these men try to manipulate her, deprive her of her freedom, of her happiness. She thought of her mother, sitting at home alone, wondering where her daughter was. There would be hours, perhaps days and weeks, of anguish before Cindy could return home.

Angry, the girl wished she could kick down the door, scratch off the faces of the men who had forced her into this.

Suddenly, as if in answer to her prayers, Cindy could hear the sounds of footsteps. Someone was coming. She raised herself up from the floor, brushing aside several stray strands of blonde hair.

She stiffened, throwing back her shoulders as the doorknob rattled. There was the jangling sounds of keys, the sound of a bolt shuttling back, the creaking of the swollen door as it opened.

"Where… where am I?"

Cindy felt her courage failing her the moment she peered up at Jack. What did he want? Money, information about something? What? It made no difference at this point, she felt. Something told the girl, he always got what he wanted. Cindy looked up into his cold blue eyes.