"Are you a virgin?" he asked.
She shook her head no.
"How many times?" he asked.
She was blushing. He knew it couldn't have been many times. He was a little upset that she wasn't a virgin, but that didn't matter.
"How many times, damn it?" he asked.
"Just once," she admitted softly. "My boyfriend."
He smiled. His hand went higher on her thigh, caressing and pinching the creamy flesh. He allowed one finger to slip between her legs. He touched the edge of her panties. Again she flinched and almost pulled away. He took his hand away.
"You're nice," he said. "Walk back there to the little cell. I'll be there in a moment."
She nodded dumbly and followed his directions. He waited until she was out of sight before he took the bottle from his desk and drank deeply.
He had to relax a little. He didn't want to blow his nuts too fast.
Damn, she was a sweet-looking piece.
He put the bottle away. He stripped off his shirt and trousers. He looked at himself in the mirror. He still had a good body. No fat. His shorts bulged in front. He started to take them off but he stopped.
"No," he said out loud. "I think I'll let the little darling do that."
He walked back. She was sitting on the edge of the cell's bunk. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse but there she had stopped. He could see the top of her black bra. Her legs were crossed and he could see more of her thighs.
Her eyes opened wide when she saw him.
"I've changed my mind," she said. "I'll go back. Call them."
"We made a deal, baby," he said. "It's too late to back out now."
"No," she said. "I can't do it. Please don't make me. Let me go home."
Any other time he would have stopped, but this little piece was just so delicious. He suddenly realized it was going to have to be rape and his cock grew harder. He was big enough to force her. He wanted to force her.
"No," she said.
"We made a deal," he said.
She tried to run. She jumped up but there was no place she could go.
He slapped her in the face and she fell backward. She jumped up again but he grabbed her arms and forced her back on the cot again.
"You're going to like it," he said. "Don't fight."
Tears of fear and anger streaked her face. She tried to move her hands but he held them in a strong grip. He lifted them above her head and leaned his weight against her.
Her eyes popped open wide again as she felt his steelhard cock pressing against her.
"Please," she begged him. "Please let me go home. Please. I'm sorry I ran away. Please let me go home."
"Sure," he said. "After I'm done you can go anywhere you like. I promise."