"No…" Dina whined.

Jack stalked closer, watching her cower below him. Dina's desperate whimpers, her pleading, her haunted blue eyes, all fired his senses. His cock waved back and forth with every step he took, and his hairy balls jiggled against his thighs.

Dina stared at his muscular thighs, at his enormous prick wagging in front of her. As she moved her legs slightly, the girl realized something dreadful was happening between her thighs, something she couldn't understand. Wet! Her pussy was actually wet down there. The girl blinked with surprise, staring at his prick, then gazing up to Jack's smirking face. Could he possibly know the strange effect he was having on her, she wondered.

"Ooohhh… not again. Oh please, not again," she gasped.

His right hand was poised in mid air once more, threatening to crash down against the side of her head.

"Yeah, baby, all the time," Jack replied. There was the sound of something hissing through the air. It was his hand. And then his opened palm slapped across Dina's face, knocking her head to the floor.

CHAPTER TWO

"Animal!" Dina screamed.

"Stupid cunt! Dumb little screwed-off bitch! I'm gonna fuck you so bad you won't be able to piss for a damned week!" Jack snarled.

He struck her again and again, knocking her against the wall, then seized her by the wrist and pulled her toward the sofa.

Half dazed, Dina did nothing. Finally, shaking the stupor from her mind, she felt his hand pawing her, trying to tear open the front of her dress.

"No, don't… don't touch me… oh God, keep away from me," she cried desperately.

Dina struggled, clawing at him, trying to scratch out his eyes. She fought to keep him from tearing off her clothes, from fucking her. But Jack was determined. He knocked her hands away, laughed at her, even spit in her face while he straddled her twisting body and tote at the buttons of her dress.