"Ohhhh…" she sighed.

She could feel his cockhead easing farther back until only his prickhead remained in the grip of her violated cuntlips. And then with a quick shove, Max drove his prick back in. Back and forth, back and forth, he sawed his cock, his hands pinching her ass once more, then sliding up to her tits.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped.

Jack rubbed his cockhead up against her nostrils, filling her nose with the smell of his crotch. She felt his leathery balls pillowing against her chin while his cockhairs tickled her nose. She sneezed. Max fucked, moving his hands under her belly to raise her. Cindy whimpered. His fingers fanned over the flatness of her stomach, making the girl cry out in anguish and humiliation. He had overpowered her, raped her, forced her into this brutality. And now she was enjoying it. As much as she hated Max and Jack, Cindy couldn't deny the simple, true fact that she was enjoying the hell out of this brutal rape.

CHAPTER THREE

"Ohhhh, man, man, her cunt's gonna burn up my prick," Max groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

"She that good?"

"Great, man! This fuckin' virgin's hotter 'n most sluts I know."

The words burned Cindy's pride, shamed her terribly as Max continued to fuck her. She felt his fingers squeezing her nipples again, pinching the red, half-inch long nubs until she squealed with joy and pain. Jerking her ass up, then back and forth violently, Cindy yelped and cried while Max continued torturing her tit tips.

His hands were slipping back down to her hips again, tugging her more firmly up. He yanked her asscheeks all the more tightly against his hairy belly, piledriving his cock into her pussy, his thrusts making her asscheeks jiggle, her belly quake with fear.