As Jack strode toward her, his cock bobbed from side to side, his balls swinging.

"No, you're not going to… to touch me with that thing, are you?" she whimpered.

"Naw, I gonna write a letter home with it," he snapped, throwing back his head and laughing. "Yeah, I can see you ain't never had a dick before," he said, his voice softening, trembling with excitement. "Baby, it's gonna be work. But I'm gonna shove this fuckin' thing in you if it rips you up."

The threat made her groan.

"Oh God, God…"

"That's it, baby, fuck while I make you bleed," he snarled.

When he approached her again, Marcie scooted to one side, whimpering. He bent down, holding her by the wrist, tugging her forward, pulling her to the center of the small room. Marcie's nostrils flared as she fell onto her side, her legs sprawled out.

"Bitch!"

He was on top of her, his pants still knotted around his ankles, his cock sliding over her naked thighs. The big man had pushed up her dress, wadding it into a knot around her waist. Still holding onto her wrist with one hand, he moved his other hand between her legs.

The sensation of a man's hand against her pussy drove her wild. Marcie screamed, jerking her legs apart as if they'd been touched by a live electrical wire. Her ass danced over the filthy floor as her rape began. And when his thumb rammed her cunt, cutting into the slick sensitive tissues, Marcie realized it would be a brutal one.

CHAPTER THREE

"No, stop it… stop it!"

But Jack wasn't going to stop anything. He kept fingering her pussy, pinching her cuntlips, tweaking her clit until, without thinking, the young girl thrust her hips down, imbedding his thick thumb in her hot pussy.