'Damn him for looking so disgusting and fuckable.' she thought as they watched each other silently. The calm before the storm.

Mac was dressed in the same getup from last night, only with the top half of the suit tied around his slim hips. Revealing a soiled wife beater along with some dangerously sculpted arms and shoulders.

'Fuck! Don't think about it, don't look, don't get wet.' she commanded herself, forcing her eyes to move to a safer spot, his dilated sapphires.

Mac grabbed his hardening dick suggestively and licked his lips. She curled hers in disgusted answer. Just like that he was stomping across the cavern towards her restrained frame.

As soon as he was preoccupied with the button on her shorts Kristy struggled desperately to free one of her legs from under his weight. If she could just get one strong well placed kick in maybe she could knock him out. She got her chance when he pulled back to rip her shorts down her legs. But of course he was already wrapping a large hand around the ankle ready to strike.

He slammed her leg back to the ground and parted her thighs, pinning them wide open with his knees. Painfully dominating. She kept her expression passive as he jerked her panties, ripping them away from her body violently. He wanted a reaction, a fight, a scream. She wasn't going to give him a damn thing.

She kept her composure as his dirt covered fingers made their way to her slit. She was bone dry and proud of it.

"Fuckin' frigid bitch, I'll make ya wet." Mac growled with a leering putrid grin.

He replaced his knees with those large filthy hands and leaned his upper body towards her mound.

For a moment she panicked inside, thinking he was about to eat her out. No man's lips had ever touched either set of hers and she was not keen on Mac's rotten mouth being the first.

Her cool visage cracked momentarily as a look of utter disgust swept over her features. He let a glob of spit hang from his lips, making her watch as it slowly made its way to her skin. When it just barely touched her sensitive flesh he sucked it back into his mouth before starting again. She could hardly suppress her gag and he heard it. He watched her this time as the even larger glob slowly descended.

This time it hit its mark instead of being sucked back up, dripping down the top of her mound, over her clit, and down along her outer lips. He repeated his revolting action two more times before he ran his middle finger along her now forcefully slick channel. With his finger coated he shoved it inside her roughly. Damn did it feel good, but she was not giving any indication. If anything she tried to act bored, adding a small yawn for effect.

Mac had to move his eyes from her still unchanged face to the impossibly tight hole his finger resided in, making sure he was in the right cavity. He looked back to her face, confusion and slight surprise clouding his

"You a virgin?" he asked, getting more than a little excited inside. 'Aint no cunt that'd been fucked could be this tight.'

She opted to ignore his question. Let him wonder. Instead she decided on pissing him off, maybe if she played enough mind games he'd just knock her out again. Or even better, kill her. Better to die than be raped.

"Must be frustrating, only being able to get laid by force." she stated, keeping an even calm tone.

Mac used his unoccupied hand to smack her across the face full force. If he kept up with the rough stuff she feared she might actually get wet against her will. She let out a little laugh and struggled to keep her breathing under control before turning her head back to face him.

Kristy licked the blood from her busted lip slowly, just to tease him. He mimicked her earlier dismissal of his question and curled his finger upwards in answer. She stifled a gasp and flushed at the involuntary vice-like squeeze her muscles gave his finger as he rubbed against that spot.

"Goddamn, ya are a virgin aint ya? I never been lucky 'nough ta bust one open. Looks like my lucks changin' today." he boasted with a confident smirk.

If only he knew she'd practically popped her own cherry climbing on a scared, timid, excuse for a male years ago. Maybe that'd piss him off too. Knowing he wasn't the first. Ignoring him again, Kristy decided to continue on the route that earned her a smack instead.

"I'm sure you don't care in the moment either way, because you get off." She continued softly. "But later. When you're alone, in the dark. You wish someone actually wanted you. Actually cared about you. Actually gave a damn if you were alive or dead."

When she saw his face contort with anger she knew she was right. It was probably something he had never wanted anyone to find out and she'd brought it to light in seconds on a guess. Instead of hitting her again he wrapped his hand around her neck, smirking victoriously at the pulsing on his finger resulting from his action.

'Fuck! Not that. Shit it feels so good. Focus! What else? I bet he's got family issues.'

"You hate that you're a disappointment to your parents too right? Never good enough, no matter how hard you try?" she rasped out, watching as hurt flashed quickly through his eyes.

She'd expertly hit another nerve. He dislodged his other hand to wrap around her already battered neck as he absolutely shook with rage. She used her last bit of air to only taunt him further.

"Harder." she strained through her lips.

Just as she was about to blissfully pass out again his grip was gone and he was thrown off her.