"That's better," Max said, observing the girl's diminishing struggles. "For being such a nice girl, I'm gonna give you a gift. Yeah, I'm gonna give you something nice and hard and hot. You're gonna learn to like having this all the time from old Max."

His breath stank with beer and decay. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly as he pressed himself hard against her body. The sweat seemed to seep through his white shirt onto her blouse. Though the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other hand stayed tangled in her hair, pulling at the blonde strands at times. Max laughed when she whimpered through his fingers. She could see that he enjoyed watching her twist about in pain. The more she cried, the mere she begged with her eyes to be let go, the more agony he caused her.

Suddenly the hand around her mouth loosened, and then let go. Max flung her to the floor of the elevator car, then dove down after her, jerking up her skirt and pulling down her white cotton panties to her knees. The shock of having her cunt and ass exposed so suddenly, so vigilantly, prevented the girl from screaming. And then she felt Max take her right asscheek between one thumb and forefinger, squeezing the resilient flesh so hard that she squealed in pain.

"Yagghghghhhhh!" Cindy's eyes widened as she started to scream again.

"Take off your socks, man. Gotta gag this bitch before she screams down the whole place," Max grunted, mounting the girl and hunching his cock against her asscheeks.

Cindy's cries sometimes came out nothing more than hissing air. It was shock, numbing her confused, horrified brain. The dirty floor of the elevator car hurt her knees and shoulders as Max kept slamming her against the filthy tile. Behind her she could see Jack fumbling around, sliding off his socks.