Terrified, Cindy lay draped over the sawhorse, her heart pounding in her ears as she felt him sliding the rough hemp around her right wrist, securing it to one of the legs. Her asscheeks flexed nervously as the janitor knotted the rope in a slipknot, then moved to her other wrist and did the same. She couldn't move her arm. She felt the blood rushing to her head, making her dizzy. It was horrible lying bent-over this way, her sticky pussy crack spreading open even more as he stretched her legs out behind her and pressed her ankles against both legs of the sawhorse.

He roped her ankles, quickly throwing the lines around her feet and knotting the thick hemp so her body remained immobile.

Cindy shuddered, rubbing her thighs against the splintery wood of the sawhorse. Both her hands were stretched apart, making her shoulders ache and throb from the tension.

"Now, baby, now for the good part. You're gonna love this."

CHAPTER THREE

Cindy had nearly forgotten about Billy lying there unconscious. Then a soft groan brought her around as she turned her head and saw him still face-down on the floor. The horror of her situation sank in. Obviously Jack didn't care about whatever consequences would follow. He was out for pleasure now.

Tugging at her ropes, the big janitor enjoyed listening to her gasps of pain, her squeals of terror while he slipped his fingers along her asscrack until it touched her tight little shitter. Cindy froze, her mouth opening, when she felt that touch. When he jabbed his finger all the way in, the girl bucked against the sawhorse, seeing now why he wanted to bind her that way. She felt her asshole tingling with that touch as he squirmed his digit in until his knuckles were pressing against her white shivering assflesh.