He noticed and smiled more broadly. "Cock happy, baby. That's what you're gonna be. When I get through squeezin' my prick meat through your cunt, you're gonna want it all the time."

"No, no," she pleaded, shaking her head and clenching her eyes shut.

"Sure, man, seen cunts like you all the time. They keep sayin' they don't want it, then they practically fall on their knees whenever a guy leaks at 'em."

He was really after her now.

Dina screamed as loudly as she could and shirked back farther, then somehow trying to squeeze by his grasping fingers and rush from his reach. Free! She had escaped from him. Crying with relief, the girl swung around the sofa and headed for the front door. If only she could reach it she would be safe. He wouldn't dare follow her into the street!

"Yaggghh." Dina screamed.

He had her by the hair, twisting his fingers in the long, blonde strands and tugging back hard. Her neck muscles, spasmed when her head jerked back, her eyelids fluttering from the pain. And she could feel the roots tearing from her flesh. He was reeling on her hair, grabbing more of it, yanking her toward him. Dina's knees buckled, then she fell to the floor.

"Ughhh…" she yelped.

Her hands groping upward, she struggled to push away the man's fingers as he still tugged on her hair.

"Tryin' to get away, huh? Man, I don't like broads who try to get away from me. Jack Sells don't like cunts doin' that, understand?"

He pulled up harder on her hair.

Dina straightened her back, her eyes bugging out farther. She let out a strangled grunt, thrusting her chin, while her brain spun dizzyingly. A tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

"Calmed down?" he snorted.

She nodded her head as best she could.

"Good," he said.

The grip relaxed. Dina let out a sigh of relief. But her happiness was short-lived. In a minute he was in front of her, still playing with his zipper tab. She smelled something like oil or gasoline on his clothes.