There was another jiggling sound just after the one hand disappeared from her waist. They swung around once more, Cindy's head striking the wall near the control panel. She could see the alarm button so close, so very close to her face. But he had her arms pinned to her sides.

Jack was opening his pants! At this point the girl realized that Max had pushed down his pants. Twisting her around, he was making her look at his crotch.

"Take a good look, baby. Soon I'm gonna stick this thing in you. Fight me, and I'm gonna piss down there, too. My bladder's fuckin' full. It wouldn't be too hard to get you dirty down there, and you don't want that, right?"

And now he was twisting his fingers in her hair, tugging on the strands, making the young teen scream through his clamping palm.

"Come on and have a closer look."

Taking the hand from her mouth, Max shoved her down to the floor. How dizzy she was, dizzy from fright, from struggling in that small car. There was a smell, an awful smell. It was then the girl realized that she was only a few inches away from Max's groin. She could see the black wiry cock hairs frizzing all around his long, thick prick, protruding from his crotch. She had never, never seen anything so terrifying and yet so fascinating before in her life! He was shoving her toward it. Flinching backward, Cindy struggled against the offending hand.

"She don't like havin' her face down there. We can change all that," Jack said, shoving his trousers down to his knees and freeing his prick.

"Yeah. Might be able to do both – fuck her and make her give you a fuckin' blowjob."

"Yeah," Jack crooned, closing his eyes while jerking his fingers up and down his seven-inch prick. "She's got pretty lips, nice lips that'd feel real good against my hot cock," Jack whispered.

"Help me! Help!"

Once more the girl tried screaming, when she'd shaken off that temporary stupor. But Max's hand clamped hard once again ever her mouth, choking out the last of her protests.