"Come on, Jack, com'n fuck the little bitch. That's what her fuckin' friend came here for, betcha. But she's out, man. Ain't no fun fuckin' some corpse. You got a live one, buddy," Greig called out.
Janet cried out once more. Jack grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, pulling down so hard he nearly tore it from the roots. She choked and gagged, hating his hot, pungent smell. That awful hand stayed over her mouth.
God, good God, don't let it happen. Please don't!
But even as she prayed, Janet knew it would do no good. The men were going to go through with it no matter what, going to fuck her and do something perhaps much worse. She would become yet another statistic in the increasing crime rate of Venice.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a lotta fun… a lotta fun," Jack whispered, clamping his hand even more tightly over her mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
"And baby, when I get through with you, you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week," he hissed, feeling her up and down.
Janet cringed, more tears flooding into her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, you're gonna be fucked, really fucked. Girls around here come knockin' on the door in the middle of the night for my dick. You got yourself a real gift, know that? Man, you're gonna be cock crazy, thinkin' nothin' else except cock… inches of dickmeat, baby, cockmeat goin' into your cunt, spreadin' you apart, reachin' down into you, unnerstand?"
The words burned shamefully into Janet's ears. She hated him, wished she could jab her knee into his balls, and crush them. Instead all she could do was stand there, pinned to the wall by this hideous man while he pressed his filthy cock against her and whispered all those terrible things into her ear!
"Maybe I oughtta make you suck it first. Lots of chicks turn onto that, you know suckin' dick? Take it in your mouth and move that tongue around it nice and slow while you suck real hard."
"Yeah, suck dick," Greig whispered, rubbing his long, thin cock.
"Greig over there digs it, digs watchin' chicks goin' down on him, movin' their fingers around his balls while they suck him off. Most guys dig it, you know, suckin' cock like that. You wanna do it, baby? You wanna get that dick in your mouth and go down on it, gimme good head, baby? Swing on a dick?"
Stick that thing in her mouth? Janet had heard of girls who did it. They said it wasn't so bad and it was even kind of a turn-on. And they didn't have to worry about getting knocked up if the guy popped off between their lips. Still, the thought of putting a man's cock in her mouth wasn't terribly exciting to Janet.
She tried jerking her head away from Jack. He tugged on her hair hard, making her sob out in pain. Her toes fanned out until they cramped when Jack shoved up against her, digging the head of his dick hard against her thighs. She wasn't going to scream again, wasn't going to make him angry. God only knows what he was capable of! He and the others might enjoy really hurting her, killing her and Julie even!
"Better," Jack murmured into her ear, his wet mouth slobbering over her lobes. "You're gonna be a nice girl, right? You ain't gonna give Jack and his buddies any more trouble, are you? Baby, you play right with me and we'll do good by you."
His breath stank with beer and pot. The hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other remaining tangled in her hair, keeping her head close to the wall. For a moment Janet thought she would faint. How good that would be. She could be like her friend Julie who had passed out on the floor, completely oblivious to the horror going on around her.
"Down on the floor, baby. We're gonna fuck like a couple of dogs… a bitch and her stud, right? Man, this is gonna be freaky, real freaky!"
Janet groaned as he pulled her down, down to the floor. The next moment the blonde teen felt Jack grab her by the buttocks. He pinched her hard, making her squeal.
"Yeah, man, she's a live one, a real fighter," Jack whispered, watching Janet squirm on the floor as he kept hurting her.
"She ain't gonna be so live after the three of us get through with her," Bill said, sliding away from the unconscious Julie who was now slumbering peacefully some ten feet away.
Jack's hand started exploring all over her body. It ran excitedly over one side, feeling bits of flesh through her blouse and skirt. When his fingers ran under the hem of her skirt and tried to move between her thighs, Janet panicked once more, clamping her legs together and crying out.
"No, no, don't touch me… there. Please, I'll give you anything. I have money. Please, don't! Don't do that, don't touch me!"
Jack laughed at her mounting terror, enjoying her frantic pleas for mercy. He reached around, tearing at her blouse now, pulling at her sweat-dampened blouse until the sound of ripping material filled the room. Janet cried out, feeling the garment shredding, then pulling away from her body. He was stripping her naked, baring her tits!