"Unnghhhhh!"

Her hips were working faster and faster. The slick sound of her pussy sliding over her fingers filled the tiny room. Her back was straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed tightly. Marcie was fucking herself as carnal images rushed through her head.

"Oh!"

Her fingernail brushed against her clit. Marcie felt the familiar hot/cold flashes tearing through her clit. She was cumming – not fast, not hard, but cumming nonetheless. She couldn't stop. The girl kept at it even after the tiny orgasm made her lose her breath. She rolled her hips. Then, as another orgasm erupted, she lurched back and forth. She moved side to side, rubbing her hot cunt. Her knees snapped together, trapping her wrist as she fucked wildly, grunting like a stuck pig.

Brad. Brad!

She thought of him, and her hips worked faster and faster. She dug into her cunt harder. Then, with one final wrench, she was through. With a groan she fell on her side, her legs drawn up against her belly, her knees digging into her swollen tits.

Marcie sobbed, tears falling freely over her cheeks. What had happened was due to her strange situation. This wouldn't happen at home. No, it was only because…

Sound outside the door made her stiffen, straighten her back and sit up. Someone was approaching the room. Maybe now she would find out what was happening, why these strange men had kidnapped her.

When the door opened, Marcie saw a tall, thickly built man standing some four feet in front of her. She shrank back instinctively, drawing both hands up to her throat. His black beard and moustache and his long black hair made him look like the devil.

Marcie tried to shake away her growing terror, finding some courage to speak.

"Why am I here?" She sounded so weak, so tiny.