She slid a second finger then a third into herself, feeling her cunt walls suck and squeeze on the digits as she slowly pumped them in and out. Jones sat back on the chair and put his feet up on the table, laughing and snickering as he watched.

She pumped her fingers in and out, wincing a little at the pain as she forced her dry cunt back.

"Faster! Faster, whore!" She pumped her fingers in and out, panting and whimpering as he chuckled and snickered.

"More, slut. Push your whole hand into your fuck box." She gasped and trembled harder. "I… I can't," she whimpered.

"You better, whore, otherwise I'll shove mine in. Wanna bet I can't do it?"

She moaned and slit a fourth finger in alongside the other three, folding her thumb in tight against them as she twisted them from side to side and tried to work them into herself. She got all five into her as far as her thumb's first joint, but then her cunt could hardly spread any more.

"Come on, you cheap fucking cunt. Shove that hand up your snatch!"

"I'm… I'm trying," she whined.

He stood up and moved behind her, making her heart pound in fear. His big hand gripped her wrists suddenly, his other hand holding her by the hair, then shoved it hard. She screamed in pain, her hand jammed hard into her cunt meat, her body shaking as he cruelly twisted her wrist from side to side and forced her hand deeper and deeper into her cunt opening.

"OWW! OWW! Ooohhh! Pleeeasse!"

"Shut the fuck up, you walking fuck box."

He shoved her hand deeper still, forcing her whole hand inside her crack, shifting his grip further up her wrist and still pushing inward. Her cunt screamed in sharp, aching pain as her fingers were driven deep into her lower belly.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" he laughed, jamming her hand into her until her cunt lips eased closed around her wrist. She moaned in relief, though it was just a little better. Her cunt still ached and burned but her cunt lips weren't as tightly stretched since her wrist was somewhat thinner than her hand.