"You girls wanna try it first?" he asked, holding the packet out.
"No."
"Sure, come on," Julie countered.
Jack had everybody sitting in a circle in spite of Janet's attempts to get her and Julie out of there as quickly as possible. Opening the packet and pulling some papers from his pocket, he rolled several wrinkled, hand-rolled cigarettes. Janet held her breath. She guessed it was good grass from the way the guys were smiling at Jack. There was the sound of a match striking, the familiar smell of burning marijuana. They were passing it around. Janet took only a little, handing the smoldering thing to Jack again. He took advantage of the moment to brush her palm with his fingers. The sensation was electric, thrillingly hot.
"Wow, this is good stuff, you know, Janet?"
Her friend was looking bleary-eyed. Janet didn't like this, didn't like it at all. She could feel the men closing in on them. Janet scooted back slowly toward the door. If Julie weren't going to get out of here, then she was going to leave. She had enough money for a cab.
"Hey, where you goin'?" Jack asked, handing the stub of the joint to Greig. He was starting to get up, stretching out one hand toward her.
Julie was swaying back and forth, mumbling something incoherent. Already Greig was making his move, rubbing her back with one hand while fondling her ass with the other hand.
"I… uhhh… don't want any more." Janet's voice sounded funny.
Janet got to her feet, feeling the room sway a little. Yes, she was high, but not as high as her friend. God, what was that guy doing to Julie? He was feeling her up and down, nuzzling her neck, moving his hands around her ass. And Julie was laughing, throwing her head back and laughing while he touched her all over! It was more than Janet could stand. She felt real panic as she backed up, one hand stretched behind her, feeling for the bolt.
"That's cool. That's okay. You just sit there and wait 'til your friend gets through," Jack said, taking Janet's hand and pulling her away from the door.
Janet resisted, tugging back. "No, please, I don't feel so good. I need some fresh air and…"
"You just wanna get away."
He smiled, his lips parting and revealing a row of white, square-cut teeth. He was laughing at her, laughing at her weakness, at her vulnerability. The more she trembled in front of him, the more he was enjoying it. In the background she could hear Julie laughing, her laughter interspersed with moans that indicated something more than just pot smoking was going on.
"Come on. Why don'tcha be more friendly like your pal over there?" Jack said, his fingers tightening around Janet's wrist until they hurt.
"Please, leave… me… alone!"
Janet twisted around, trying to break his grip. But Jack was strong. IHe sneered at her while pulling her toward him. She could smell him, smell the dirt and grease on his clothes, on his body. Wrinkling her nose, she tried to pull back once more. When she found she couldn't, Janet panicked and thrust one knee toward his groin.
"Huh!"
Jack had seen her move just in time to move, her knee catching the side of his body.
"So, gettin' rough, huh? Man, I can get rough… real rough, you know?"
The smile left, quickly replaced by a savage look that made Janet tremble. She felt her knees buckling, bending, as she sank to the floor. He was twisting her wrist around harder, his fingers tightening. She could feel the bones cracking, the pain radiating up her arm to her shoulder. Tears sprang to her eyes as Jack kept twisting her arm around. At the last moment he gave her wrist a sharp jerk that sent her to the floor. "Oh, let me go!"
"No way, baby, not now," Jack said.
The other two men had turned around to see what was going on. Julie was out like a light. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, her panties pulled down to her knees. Greig and Bill had been feeling her up. Bill had opened his Levi's and pulled out his dick intending to fuck the unconscious brunette when he heard Janet cry out.
"Hey, what's the matter, buddy, the bitch givin' you same trouble?"
"Naw, just a little feisty, that's all."
Janet felt a shock of horror shoot through her like a lightning bolt. She was in trouble, deep trouble! And there was no one around who would help her.
"What do you want from me?" she asked in a small voice, tears in her eyes.
"What I usually get from the chicks I know around here," Jack laughed.
"No, no, you're crazy, no!" Janet gasped, still tugging her arm, trying to get free. Her knees scraped along the dirty wooden floor. "My mother'll call the police when she finds out and they'll…"
"Cut it out!" Jack snapped. "You keep talkin' like that and you'll never see your old lady again, unnerstan'?"
"No, no, I'll scream!" she threatened, terror blotting out her common sense. She felt her skin tighten around her eyes, felt tingles rushing up and down her spine while her legs cramped.
"And who's gonna hear you, the dogs around here, the illegals who live next door? They're so fuckin' scared of the cops they don't even come out at night, 'less they have to. They ain't gonna help, believe me, baby."
"No, help, help!"
Jack muttered something, bending down and slipping his free hand wound her opening mouth. His coarse palm pressed tightly against her lips.
"Get up."
He jerked her to her feet, wrapping one hand around her waist and shoving her back. Janet struggled, her knees bumping hard against his. He was twisting her head, shoving it against the wall behind her. Some of the guys were saying something about fucking her, about them all wanting to fuck her! Janet screamed against the filthy hand covering her mouth, struggling to get her arms free, to hurt him. If only she could hurt him, drive him away so she could get to the door and escape!
"Unnghhhh!"
And then suddenly that arm was gone from around her waist. What was he doing? She felt him fumbling, then heard the sound of jingling. Glancing down, the girl was able to see that Jack and tugged off his trousers. He was naked from the waist down, something very long and dark pink sticking out from between his thighs. His cock! Yes, that's what it was! It was his dick, that thing she and her girlfriends had laughed and giggled about over lunch. There was nothing funny about it now! He was going to rape her, going to stick that thing into her virgin cunt! And she had always thought it would be a man she loved who would break her cherry who would make love to her so passionately that she wouldn't feel that notorious pain she'd heard so much about.
Again Janet tried jerking her knee up, tried kicking him in the groin. But Jack was pressing too hard against her, shoving his dick against her dress, moaning into her ear while dry-fucking her.
"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.