It was then the teen realized he was forcing Billy's jockey shorts into her mouth. She struggled, her slender weak arms gliding up while the big janitor pushed the awful material almost down to her throat.

Cindy cried as she fought down the sour bile rising in her throat. The shorts tasted dreadful, while the pressure of being gagged hurt her pried-open jaws. He held her with one hand for a moment, stretching out one arm and grabbing a large roll of black electrician's tape.

"This'll keep you quiet for a while."

Tearing lengths of the soft tape with his teeth, the big ugly man wrapped them around her skull, fixing the gag in her mouth.

Cindy looked at him with wild, frightened eyes. She could hardly breathe! She prayed God he wouldn't hurt her any more. She felt the slippery slide of her cuntlips, juice flowing, as she watched the big man tower above her.

"Gonna finish you off… just the way that dude was trying to," he said, nodding his head in the direction of Billy's quiet body.

Cindy shook her head, her muscles bulging as she watched him fumbling with his trousers. Transfixed, she saw him open his fly.

Then Jack paused. "Get up!"

Trembling, Cindy rose from the cot, wanting to pull the gag from her mouth, but afraid to make a move. He held her wrists, puffing her reluctantly across the floor toward a darkened corner of the large basement. Her toe stubbed against something and she winced in pain. Looking down, she saw a horse in front of her.

"Get over it… now!"

The girl bit down on the gag, afraid to bend over it.

Jack was holding her by the neck now, pushing her over the top of the sawhorse until her body was bent at the waist, her head nearly touching the floor. He told her to stay that way, her tits swinging out in front of her.

Jack fumbled around behind her, then returned with something in his hands. Ropes! She started to get up, but Jack smacked her hard across the back of the head, forcing her back down.