"Yeah, you know, taking his prick and sticking it down there between your legs," Jack explained.

Max took a step toward her. Flinching again, Cindy backed away, her firm pert ass pressing against the cold metal walls of the elevator car. Above her, the girl could hear the cables swinging against one another. The alarm. If only, she could reach the alarm button. That would stop this madness.

"No, please… no, that never happened to me," she whimpered.

"We got ourselves a little virgin, then," Jack said after a moment's pause.

"Yeah, if you believe what she says. Fuck, kids nowadays are knocked up by the time they're outta high school. She's been hittin' the booze scene, too."

"That's not true!" Cindy blurted out, wiping a tear from under one eye with the back of her hand. "It's all some terrible mistake."

The two attendants threw back their heads and laughed heartily.

"They all say that," Max said, calming down, then rubbing the back of his hand against his fly.

Cindy's eyes flashed down quickly to his crotch and saw, to her horror, that he wasn't wearing shorts. She could see his cock sharply outlined against the white trouser material. Her eyes widened. Cindy had heard, of course, about men, about what they liked to do, and how it was all to come about. But having to come face to face with sex, and like this, made the girl gasp with revulsion. Max and his friend Jack were about to rape her. The idea suddenly flashed through her brain like lightning, making her shiver all over.

"The poor little thing's shaking," Max said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

"She should be all smiles, considering what we're gonna show her. By the time we get through with her, she's gonna feel all better, being here at the Manor."