"You want the same thing your boyfriend got?" he snarled.

Cindy froze. She could already feel the hard smashing blow against her skull, the bones cracking.

Throwing the wrench to the floor, he pushed Cindy back roughly.

Tumbling back, she flew back onto the couch, her spine crashing against the wall. Trembling, she drew her knees up, covering her drooling cunt-hole with one hand while trying to bide her pink nipples from Jack.

He was pulling off his green work shirt, revealing his paunchy beer belly.

Cindy felt sick, her fingers lightening into fists and pressing against her thighs. Her asshole winked open in fear while she thought she would lose control of herself and piss onto the cot.

Jack shrugged off his shirt, revealing two arms with obscene tattoos on them. Flexing his muscles to intimidate her, he walked forward, scratching his groin as she'd seen him do so many times before in the halls.

"No, oh no! Oh no!"

He threw the shirt at her face, then knocked her legs apart with his big fist and stared right up her cunt-crack.

Cindy drew her knees tightly together back again, crawling away from the janitor. Once more she looked around for some path of escape.

Jack blocked her way, holding his big hands out, filling the room with his body before he brought one fist down hard against her right cheek.

Cindy cried out again, her head snapping to the left from the force of the blow while her body flew back against the cot. Her head throbbed dully as she struggled to fight her way through the pain and the feeling that she was going to sink into unconsciousness.

Jack was reaching down for something, coming back up and grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair in one hand. Cindy screamed, feeling the roots tearing painfully from her scalp. He was puffing her back, yanking her against the wall while bringing something soft and warm against her teeth.