"No, help, help!"

Jack muttered something, bending down and slipping his free hand wound her opening mouth. His coarse palm pressed tightly against her lips.

"Get up."

He jerked her to her feet, wrapping one hand around her waist and shoving her back. Janet struggled, her knees bumping hard against his. He was twisting her head, shoving it against the wall behind her. Some of the guys were saying something about fucking her, about them all wanting to fuck her! Janet screamed against the filthy hand covering her mouth, struggling to get her arms free, to hurt him. If only she could hurt him, drive him away so she could get to the door and escape!

"Unnghhhh!"

And then suddenly that arm was gone from around her waist. What was he doing? She felt him fumbling, then heard the sound of jingling. Glancing down, the girl was able to see that Jack and tugged off his trousers. He was naked from the waist down, something very long and dark pink sticking out from between his thighs. His cock! Yes, that's what it was! It was his dick, that thing she and her girlfriends had laughed and giggled about over lunch. There was nothing funny about it now! He was going to rape her, going to stick that thing into her virgin cunt! And she had always thought it would be a man she loved who would break her cherry who would make love to her so passionately that she wouldn't feel that notorious pain she'd heard so much about.

Again Janet tried jerking her knee up, tried kicking him in the groin. But Jack was pressing too hard against her, shoving his dick against her dress, moaning into her ear while dry-fucking her.

"Come on, Jack, com'n fuck the little bitch. That's what her fuckin' friend came here for, betcha. But she's out, man. Ain't no fun fuckin' some corpse. You got a live one, buddy," Greig called out.

Janet cried out once more. Jack grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, pulling down so hard he nearly tore it from the roots. She choked and gagged, hating his hot, pungent smell. That awful hand stayed over her mouth.