"Ow!"

Betti struggled, her feet scraping painfully along the concrete floor as she felt his teeth sinking into her sensitive tit-tip. She screamed again, her ass jiggling and bouncing against the cinderblock wall behind her. The girl feared he would bite her nipple off. Somehow she managed to get one hand free and slapped Jack hard across he side of the face.

"Little slut!"

He repaid her three times over, swinging his left hand down knuckles-first and smashing his fist against the side of her face. Betti let out a groan, fearing he had shattered her skull from the force of the blow, her knees giving way as she sank to the floor.

"Hey, man, go easy on her," Joe said.

"Remember what we were talkin' about? About how some girls really like it rough? Let's just see how fuckin' rough this little bitch likes it."

"Ow!"

Jack was curling his fingers in Betti's hair, dragging her from the corner of the garage as her feet strung out behind her. Her eyelids fluttered while a pulse exploded in her throat. Betti wanted to scream, but knew that would only infuriate the young stud hurting her.

"There."

He dropped her in the middle of the greasy floor. Betti pulled herself up, feeling the black slime dirtying her body. She grimaced, trying to wipe her hands on something and finding she was only making herself dirtier with her moves. She started to get up. But Jack was waiting for her to make a move like that, cocking his right foot and thrusting his booted foot hard against her belly.

Betti let out a whooshing sound, pitching back and doubling over. She wheeled halfway around, her hands clutching at her throat while her lone blonde hair spun out around her narrow shoulders. Gradually the girl managed to regain some of her breath.

"Now…"