"Please don't hurt me," Cindy whimpered. Jack laughed derisively, reaching down, rubbing the outline of his dick. It seemed to have grown longer, thicker than before! Was it her imagination? Surely he had to have more than six inches! Something that big, that thick, belonged more on a horse or donkey than on a human being! Cindy hugged her tits protectively, watching as a dark stain appeared at his crotch.

"Don't matter one way or another, does it," he said, rubbing his stubbly chin.

He was such a big man, such a powerful person to stand up against. Cindy shivered, wishing she could disappear in some hole, go away, flee from this animal who was going to brutalize her.

"Oh no, no…"

He was approaching her. His body seemed to fill the room. He lay one heavy, callused palm on her shoulder, pushing her back with such a force that her head struck the floor with a thud. Cindy sucked in a breath, dazed but not too dazed to realize her skirt had hiked up from the blow. Reaching down, she tucked the hem back over her knees modestly. She sucked in a deep breath, afraid of the man.

"No, I ain't gonna hurtcha… too much." Jack unbuckled his belt, sneering down at her. He wanted to use the belt. Cindy could see that in the way he fingered the leather, clutching the buckled end tightly, wrapping the 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!