God, good God, don't let it happen. Please don't!
But even as she prayed, Janet knew it would do no good. The men were going to go through with it no matter what, going to fuck her and do something perhaps much worse. She would become yet another statistic in the increasing crime rate of Venice.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a lotta fun… a lotta fun," Jack whispered, clamping his hand even more tightly over her mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
"And baby, when I get through with you, you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week," he hissed, feeling her up and down.
Janet cringed, more tears flooding into her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, you're gonna be fucked, really fucked. Girls around here come knockin' on the door in the middle of the night for my dick. You got yourself a real gift, know that? Man, you're gonna be cock crazy, thinkin' nothin' else except cock… inches of dickmeat, baby, cockmeat goin' into your cunt, spreadin' you apart, reachin' down into you, unnerstand?"
The words burned shamefully into Janet's ears. She hated him, wished she could jab her knee into his balls, and crush them. Instead all she could do was stand there, pinned to the wall by this hideous man while he pressed his filthy cock against her and whispered all those terrible things into her ear!
"Maybe I oughtta make you suck it first. Lots of chicks turn onto that, you know suckin' dick? Take it in your mouth and move that tongue around it nice and slow while you suck real hard."
"Yeah, suck dick," Greig whispered, rubbing his long, thin cock.
"Greig over there digs it, digs watchin' chicks goin' down on him, movin' their fingers around his balls while they suck him off. Most guys dig it, you know, suckin' cock like that. You wanna do it, baby? You wanna get that dick in your mouth and go down on it, gimme good head, baby? Swing on a dick?"