Dina raised a hand, rubbing her fingers over her injured cheek. More tears oozed from under her lids, wetting her face.

Jack stood there, his legs spread widely apart.

"Nooo!" she screamed.

Another blow, this one back handed. His knuckles crunched against her jaw, sending her head snapping back against the wall.

Dina screamed, and her legs kicked out while her tits jiggled. She shook her head, trying to clear her overloaded senses. His slap and her resulting cry echoed through the big living room.

Again, the girl thought this was some sick dream she was having. But then Jack's shadow was in front of her, swinging his hand. No, this was far too real, she thought.

"Now we're gonna have ourselves some real fun," he said.

Dina whimpered, drawing back. The smell of his Levi's terrified her. She knew she was a helpless victim. He was going to beat her, ravage her without thinking twice. Her cries were something he enjoyed listening to. The more she begged him to stop, the more he was going to keep going.

Jack let her cry for a moment, but his excitement was building up too fast. As Dina watched, he jerked down his fly.

"Oh no, you don't know what you it doing," she gasped.

Jack smirked. "Baby, if there's one thing in life I do know, it's fuckin'."

Dina watched the pants spread open, saw the hairs curling out of the split fly. Then the thick base of his cockroot was exposed. Just that made her draw back. She rubbed her fingers briskly up and down her upper arms. That base was so thick! It promised a prick far bigger than anything she'd ever seen in picture books!

And then the Levi's sagged down a little more. His cock flipped out into view. It was something that better belonged hanging frame male donkey, she thought. Donkey prick!