"Oh, no, no, you're… you're all crazy," Cindy said, her voice whispery and breathless. "I'll tell Dr. Endicott about this if… if something happens to me and… and…"

"She won't listen to an alky. Besides, it's all part of your treatment. Discipline, that's her, thing. And this is part of the training," Max said, wiping his thick lips with the back of one hand again.

"No!"

"You ain't got nowhere to go," Max said, observing the girl's frantic search with her eyes for some escape route. "So you'd better just get used to the idea you're gonna get fucked."

"What do you want from me?" she asked tearfully, seeing both men rubbing their crotches now. If only she could get near the button panel of the elevator!

"What I get from all the other girls around here," laughed Jack.

"You'll be fired if you touch me," Cindy blurted out.

"Cut it out. It's gonna happen, baby, whether you want it or not. If you treat us nice, then I'll try to keep some of my other buddies from having fun with you when I'm through."

"Oh, no, no!"

Cindy was about to scream. Seeing this, Max darted forward, wrapping one hand tightly around her waist while his other hand clamped over her opening mouth. His palm was damp and coarse, pressing her lips so tightly against her teeth that the flesh was being cut. Her head was suddenly twisted and pressed against one wall of the elevator. "Mmmfmmfmfmfff!"

Cindy's feet went out from under her several times as he wrestled her around in the elevator car. Twice her knees struck the metal walls hard, sending shocks of pain racing up her thighs. There was simply no way of escape from this horrid place! The car jiggled and bounced against the outside concrete chute while Jack muttered encouragement to his struggling buddy.

"Go on, man, fuck her, stick that thing into her. And then I'll take over," Jack said, his eyes wide as he began unzipping the front of his trousers.