"Stupid little bitch," he growled, grabbing her raised hand by the wrist and jerking it away.

The violence of that move sent Camey tumbling to the floor.

"Please, please…"

"I told you not to scream. Now you're gonna pay for it," he said.

Camey could tell the young man was excited by her terror. And Jack was encouraging his buddy to beat and kick her.

"Got better plans for the little cunt," Rick muttered, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of his trunks and pushing it down. A long, thin cock with a cherry-red tip tumbled out, bobbing inches away from the girl's open mouth.

"Nooooo!" Camey cried out, scooting back on her ass.

"Gonna suck it, bitch. Gonna lick my dick clean, and it's gonna be just the staff," Rick said in a thickening voice.

Feeling a sick, whirling sensation growing in her belly, Camey sensed he was telling the truth.

CHAPTER FOUR

Camey saw Rick's hand pause for a second above his head. She stared at it in terror, almost feeling the sting from the blow she knew would surely follow. Rick laughed at her, his fat dick wiggling back and forth, striking his strong thighs while his balls rolled forward with every move he made. Once more, she raised both hands instinctively.

But the blonde weightlifter would have none of that. He kicked them aside. Her tits bounced in the halter, nearly spilling out. As she trembled, terrified, he smiled more broadly.

"Smack 'er good, man, hit her hard!" Jack encouraged from behind.

Camey tensed as Rick stiffened his arm. She saw that hard-on waving in front of her. A droplet of pre-cum dangled from the tip. His chest and belly showed he was breathing hard, sucking in air to feed the excitement racing through his body.