Marcie's enjoyment was something that didn't matter to him. Jack cared only about his dick. How she got off – if she got off at all – was her business.

"Nooooooo!"

The shame, the horror of cumming, actually reaching orgasm while under these circumstances knifed through her. Jack came, his fingers bruising her arms she held on for life and fired his hot load into her snatch.

"Take it, bitch! Take it… all of it!"

Marcie wept and struggled, her fists striking the big stud. Waves of ecstasy ripped from her cunt, going to all muscles in her body. She kicked and bit and clawed at him as the massive thrusts of his cum-spurting dick seemed to last forever. Her cunt was wet, hot and milking. The girl thrust up against his body, wailing and screaming while Jack held her pinned to the floor.

How long her obscene, grotesque climax had lasted the girl didn't know. When it was over, she found herself alone. She peered down at her cunt. Her pussy was still wet with her juice and his cum. Dots of pink flecked her thighs, signs of the bloody fucking she'd just endured. Sobbing, wiping the tears from her eyes, Marcie pushed down the torn remnants of her dress, holding up the material to cover her tits.

Jack was standing quietly in the corner. His cock was back in his trousers.

"Enjoy yourself?"

The question stung her pride. Yes, she'd enjoyed herself immensely. It was one of the best thing she'd ever felt in her life! But she'd never tell that animal a thing!

"Won't talk, eh? Well, it don't matter much. You did enough talkin' when we were fuckin'. Man, I knew you couldn't get enough dickmeat especially mine," he said with satisfaction.

Marcie flushed beet red. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her thighs. No, she wasn't going to let them get to her. Alright, one of them fucked her, fucked her so well that he had her begging for more cock at the end. But they couldn't do more to her. Now they'd had their fun. Surely she'd find out what they wanted and, if it were possible, she'd get it for them somehow.