The Sweetest Revenge
(M+/F, nc, hum, rape)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Down on the smooth gleaming sand reflecting the soft shimmering of moonlight, the two figures of a boy and girl clad only in bathing suits lay stretched out on a long orange beach blanket. Behind them was the sound of booming surf, and up the dunes several yards away from them the girl could see the silhouettes of several couples dancing to loud music coming from a portable phonograph.

"No, Bob, you mustn't," the girl said, pulling away from the boy's hands that were moving down over the top of her bikini and gently fondling beneath the light nylon material that covered the girl's large firm breasts.

"Damnit, Virginia, it's not as if we've just met each other, We're practically engaged," Bob said, his voice rising in anger.

"I know, but something inside me says 'not yet'. As foolish as it may sound, I still believe in keeping myself for you until after we are married."

The youth lay back on the blanket and was silent for a minute. Virginia could hear his deep breathing come heavily, and she looked down at his face and smiled a deep warm smile.

"Listen, Bob, I love you," she said, grasping his hand for a moment, then moving away as she sensed his strongly aroused body push against the smooth tanned skin of her naked belly. "I want you to touch me, as much as you want to, but I know it will make a difference. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, I guess I do," he said softly. "But there's no law that I can't give it a try once in awhile. We have been going together for more than a year, and a guy gets tired of waiting."

"I know it's hard, and maybe that will make what we have later on more worthwhile."

Virginia knew that these words only angered her boyfriend further, but she didn't know any other way to describe her strong feelings about it so that he would understand. Purity, honor, and virginity: these were words that she had been taught so thoroughly by her mother and father to cherish. The girl knew it would be difficult for any boy to understand her deeply rooted feelings, especially when her own parents had divorced recently, going against the ideals they had so carefully attempted to develop in their two children. She was excited by Bob's closeness to her, and it was obvious that he knew it, but she just couldn't give in to these emotions that were growing more and more intense with each time he touched her.

Bob moved closer, his hand running affectionately across her bare shoulder before slowly beginning to stroke her hair with comforting softness. He put his mouth close to her ear and said softly: "Darling, I will try. I think I understand how you feel. I don't know what got into me there for a minute."

Pleased, she turned and gently kissed him, and felt his warm mouth respond as he moved his hand from the soft silkiness of her hair and began to caress the smooth-tanned flesh of her shoulders and back. Again there was that urgent tingle of quickly suppressed pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from his and said, "I love you so much! I want you to know that. Sometimes I think you feel I don't love you because I won't go all the way."

The boy laughed and sat up from the blanket, running his hand down her tanned arm that shone a creamy gold color in the glow of the moonlight. Then, clasping her hand tightly, they sat silently for a moment in a warm affectionate embrace and gazed out beyond the surf into the silvery stillness of the Atlantic Ocean.

"I suppose I should be looking for Jennifer," she said, tapping her finger lightly against his chin. "I don't see her up there with the rest of the party."

"She's probably making out behind some sand dune with my brother, if I know Jennifer," Bob remarked and laughed sharply.

"What kind of comment was that? Your older brother is no angel. I hardly trust him with my sister, and the joke of it all is that they're supposed to be chaperoning us to this party!"

"Jennifer is a grown woman now," Bob said, a note of sarcasm entering his voice. "She knows what's good for her, after all her experiences with that fast college crowd she's been hanging out with."

"Now that is mean! How could you say a thing like that about my sister," she exclaimed. "But I am getting a bit concerned about her. Since Mom and Dad got divorced she just hasn't been the same person."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," he comforted, holding her hand softly. "It's probably just as you say. She's having a little fling, and she'll come out of it fairly soon... I think."

"I wouldn't be so concerned if she were just staying out all night," she sighed. "But it's the pot smoking that I don't like."

"Now that's something we can't do anything about," Bob said slowly. "Your mother's me one who is at fault there."

"I don't know. It's so hard for Mom to control her, you know. If Dad were only living with us I think the whole problem would clear right up. As it is, she just laughs right in Mom's face and says that her life is her own business."

"Virginia, I really wish you wouldn't get so darn worked up about all this. Jennifer is twenty-two years old, and by all standards she is a mature adult. If she insists on carrying on and going to bed with every man she meets that's her own affair."

"Now, you stop that!" Virginia shouted at him in sudden anger. "You have no right to talk about my family that way."

"I do if I'm going to marry their daughter, the nice daughter that is," he said abruptly, pulling his hand from her tensed fingers.

"That's enough! There's no reason to condemn her just because of some idle rumors we've heard."

"From what Phil says," Bob replied, "they're more than rumors."

"Oh! You're not being fair! Jennifer has always been someone I looked up to, and if she's having some problems I think we should try to understand them rather than condemn her this way."

Virginia reached across the long beach blanket and picked up the jeans and tee shirt she had worn to the beach party over her bathing suit. "I think I'm going to take a little walk," she said, trying to hold back the flood of tears that was beginning to build in her eyes. "I just can't stand hearing all this talk about Jennifer. She's my sister, and we've always stood up for each other... and it's not going to be any other way."

The girl quickly rose from the blanket and drew her striped tee shirt over her head, pulling the light clinging material across the large full orbs of her young breasts and lifting her jeans up over the smooth curves of her firmly rounded thighs. Bob looked up at her voluptuous figure standing in the moonlight. An off-shore breeze blew gently through her long blonde hair and sent light ripples through her shirt that softly accented the full curves of her sensuously budding young body.

"Damnit, I wish you'd understand that I'm not criticizing you or your sister," he said, springing up from the blanket. "I just wish you wouldn't get so involved in her problems."

"I need time to think, Bob, really I do," she said, turning to him for a moment. "I think I'll go up to the party and get a can of beer and sit by myself for awhile."

The angry young girl walked barefooted across the beach and approached the far side of the bonfire. She looked back for a moment as she reached for two cans of beer in the cooler buried in the sand. Bob was still sitting on the blanket, probably sulking because of their argument, but there was nothing she could do about that! She was hurt and angry at his calloused attitude towards Jennifer's problems. She moved from the group of young people and walked down the sand towards a promontory of rock that rose up above the sand dunes. She would drink the beer and maybe she'd feel a little better. But now she felt so empty and sad inside, and she began to sob softly, letting the tears stream down her cheeks as she walked through patches of long grass that grew along the edge of the beach. Did Bob know how much he was hurting her, and could he comprehend that love meant more than trying to feel a girl's breasts beneath her bathing suit? Did he know that part of a relationship meant helping the other person with their problems and, most of all, showing understanding towards those problems?

She stopped for a moment and looked back towards the bonfire. The loud music was only a soft murmur now, and it seemed to merge with the rush of waves exploding only a few yards away from her down the beach. Bob was probably enjoying himself now with some of the fellows, she thought angrily to herself. He got over these spats they had so easily and, well, she just didn't have his capacity to forget things as quickly. In this respect she was her father's daughter, and funny as it might have seemed, she was proud of it. Yet it had been her father's stubbornness in the face of the one tragic indiscretion her mother had made during their twenty-five years of marriage that had sent him into a rage that had ended in the break-up of their marriage. Virginia didn't know exactly what had happened between her parents, and she had justly believed that it would be foolish for her to pry. But, somehow, she felt Jennifer's recent behavior was a kind of defense the older girl had developed against the true facts of their parents' divorce.

Virginia lowered herself down onto the soft grass and popped open the top of the beer can she held in her hand. She was no psychologist and she couldn't even try to understand all of her sister's present difficulties. She would just sit here and drink her beer, and maybe this would make her feel a bit better. The beer that she had drunk earlier that evening had calmed her nerves somewhat, but the argument with Bob had made her feel edgy again. Things had been piling up so fast in the past few months she could hardly stand it. First it had been her parents' divorce, then it had been Jennifer's problems, and now Bob was pushing her to give him more than she felt she really could safely offer at this stage of their relationship.

Virginia inched down over the grass, setting her beer can in a mound of white sand. She scooped her hands through the smooth grains and let them sift through her fingers, feeling them pour soothingly over her small delicately arched ankle. Then she reached for the beer again and took a long, deep gulp. Might as well get herself good and relaxed, she thought with a girlish giggle, taking another sip and running the cold bottom of the can down across the suntanned skin of one of her long, perfectly formed legs. She drained the beer can and tossed it down on the beach, watching it land a few feet from the pounding surf. A light-headed tingle seemed to ease the tense anxious feeling that she had grown uncomfortably accustomed to during the past hour. She lifted herself gracefully from the sand and looked down to the line of white frothy water splashing several yards away from her. There was nothing she would like more at this moment than a quick dip in the ocean, and she walked down towards the surf, the last full can of beer and her sandals still clenched in her hands.

Virginia felt the sand grow cool beneath her feet as she crossed the high-tide line and approached the water. The bonfire at the beach party was only a small flicker now and the sound of the crashing waves blotted out the loud music coming from the portable phonograph. She didn't want to go too deep into the water since she was all alone. She had heard so many terrible stories of moonlight dips ending in horrible tragedy for solitary swimmers, but she would be careful, she thought, as she settled down on the damp sand and pulled her jeans off her legs. She let the foamy water surge over her legs and splash onto her smooth flat belly, and then decided it wouldn't be wise for her to swim alone. If there was any trouble, she laughed to herself, there would be no one but a bunch of half-loaded college kids to fish her out, and they would probably sink!

Virginia smiled to herself, noting her cheerful change of mood, and popped open the last can of beer. God! She was getting a little loaded herself, but she enjoyed the giddy feeling and reasoned happily that she deserved her own private little fling after all she had been through during the past few months. As she lay back feeling the cool sand cup firmly around her buttocks, she thought she heard a voice break through the roar of surf. She sat up, cocking her head to catch the direction the voice had come from. If someone was out in the ocean she would be helpless to save them. She had taken junior lifesaving in high school, but she would be completely incapable of pulling a struggling body from the undertow which had been particularly strong this evening.

Virginia stood up and methodically put on her jeans and sandals. She could hear the voice, no they were voices now, coming from a sand dune behind her. One voice was obviously a girl's, and the girl sounded as though she were being hurt! Low muffled groans resounded through the rush of foaming water, and Virginia moved up the beach a few paces towards where she thought the sound was coming from. Now she made out clearly a man's low voice accompanied by what sounded like protesting whimpers from the girl.

There was another moan but it was longer this time and had a quivering almost pleading tone to it. The groan was followed by a harsh laugh from the man, and then the hard slap of flesh, as though the girl were being beaten.

Virginia turned from behind the sand dune and started to move away down the beach towards the party. "If I can just get to the other kids before the poor girl is hurt," Virginia said to herself. As she moved quietly away from the sloping dune she heard the shrill female voice rise up more loudly and high-pitched. Then the embarrassing thought struck her that perhaps the girl wasn't being beaten or molested, in fact she might be enjoying what was being done to her. Before jumping to conclusions, she should at least glimpse what was happening. If there was some trouble, she could inform one of the boys at the bonfire about what was going on.


Virginia crouched down below the pile of gleaming white sand, then began inching up over the smoothly sloping mound. The sound of voices was clearer now, and the sharp groans from the girl seemed to be turning into squeals of pain that sent a shudder of fright through Virginia's stomach.

"Oh yes, that feels good, yeeessss, I like it like that!" the female voice echoed out clearly.

Then in a flash of startled recognition Virginia knew the pleading sounds that were obviously mixed with pleasure were coming from her own sister's mouth! Now, she was too close to move away, and no matter what was happening to Jennifer, and no matter how her sister might be fighting or enjoying whatever the man was doing to her, she must at least see what was going on to clear up the confused thoughts that raced through her brain.

The crouching young girl took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently up the long slope of sand. It seemed as though it took hours for her to move just a few feet, and she found the sand catching uncomfortably in the cuffs of her jeans and scraping against her calves and sandal-clad feet as she inched gradually to the top. Her whole body tensed as she reached the flat ridge of sand at the summit of the long slope.

The sand suddenly gave against the pressure of her body, and some of it sifted down towards the shadowy figures she could barely make out below. God, if they saw her now it would be all she would need! Her heart stopped and she dared not to breathe. They must have heard it, she thought fearfully; but no, the strange noises still came from below her without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. She could discern sounds of heavy breathing and a rustle of clothing scraping against the sand, punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pleasure. Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark shadows below the hill, and now the light scud of clouds covering the moon opened up and exposed the half-naked figures of her sister and two males on a blanket only a few yards from Virginia.

There was no mistake about it! Jennifer's clearly outlined profile stood out in the moonlight as obvious as a photograph. Virginia paled again and sucked in her breath. This couldn't be happening to her sister it was far beyond her wildest imaginings! Jennifer sat with her legs splayed wide apart, the small bra of her bikini swim suit pulled off to expose the smoothly rounded firmness of her full, pink-nippled breasts. The two boys beside her sat stretched out with their bathing suits clinging to their feet and their fingers and hands fondling Jennifer's large breasts. It was impossible to believe, but Jennifer appeared to be enjoying it. To Virginia's complete shock and further disgust, her sister was holding the two boys' rigidly erect cocks in each of her hands and was stroking them in lewd rhythmic time to the sensuous movements of their fingers which fondled and pulled at the nipples of her breasts.

Virginia let out a low, exasperated sigh as she inched closer to the three figures sprawled out on the sand below her. She could make out the shape of Jennifer's features. God! She was really enjoying it, Virginia whispered unbelievingly to herself. Her sister's mouth contorted into a lewd smile, her tongue licking softly at her wetly parted lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed as if in deep concentration, and her thighs were making a salacious grinding movement that swished softly against the blanket below her smoothly curved buttocks.

Suddenly the boy sitting closest to Virginia turned and she immediately recognized him as Phil, Bob's brother. Virginia remembered Bob's comment earlier about Jennifer probably making out behind some sand dune with his brother, and she almost gasped when she realized how true Bob's sarcastic remarks really were. Yes, her sister really must be troubled to be doing this and loving it the way she was. She watched as Jennifer's hand clenched around the long expanding rod of Phil's cock, and she flinched as she heard a trio of groans rise up from the dim moonlight lit forms below. The two men's hands moved in sensuous arcs across Jennifer's breasts bringing out stronger moans from the voluptuous young girl who seemed as though she were about to break into swoons of ecstasy any minute.

Phil's head bent toward Jennifer's round full breast and his tongue slid out of his mouth and began licking at one of the pink erect nipples. His head seemed to move in tiny circles around it, and Virginia could hear wet sucking sounds and further mewls of pleasure spilling from her sister's lips. Jennifer's stomach arched up and wriggled obscenely as though to lift her breasts closer to the tantalizing fingers and warmly moist lips pulling and sucking at the pink tipped buds of her breasts. Yes, Virginia thought, there was no doubt about it, Jennifer was definitely enjoying this, and she acted as though she had done this with other men many times before. The younger sister clenched her hands in the sand as tears of rage and confusion welled up and flooded her eyes. Now there was nothing she could do but watch and remember this moment which was already etched indelibly into her mind like a painful scar she couldn't get rid of.

Down below the watching girl, Phil moved his hand over the erect little nipples of Jennifer's breast, while the other man, who seemed a few years older, caressed the rounded plane of her nakedly exposed belly, and thrust his fingers in a smooth motion beneath the girl's bikini panties. Jennifer began stroking the two men's erections more rapidly now, and Virginia could see the long thick shaft of Phil's large fleshy penis burgeon out with each successive jerk. Virginia was only a few scant yards away, and her impulse was to run from the horrifying scene; but she realized mat one false movement could send down another slide of sand and call attention to herself.

And so she watched in horrified fascination as her sister's fingers skinned the thick foreskin of Phil's uncircumcised cock rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each downward stroke of her hand. Virginia was close enough to see Jennifer's contorted face let out a deep groan as Phil's hand moved down and joined the other man's finger beneath her thin bikini panties. The older sister began hard spasmodic jerks on the two sperm-inflated cocks as Phil slid the panties down her hotly writhing thighs, exposing a glistening mound of thin curling pubic hair just inches away from his huge impatiently pulsating penis. The moonlight shone brightly down on the strange orgiastic scene and cast a lewd glare over the boy's long white shaft that was closest to Virginia's vision. She was near enough to see the head was covered with a white sticky-looking fluid that must have been the lubrication men secreted from their organs when they became excited. Both penises looked monstrously large to Virginia as she had never seen one before, and she wondered how it would be possible to have something like that inside of her. It looked like it would be terribly painful, almost impossible to take.

Virginia knelt down closer to the edge of the sand dune. Phil had looked up and must have seen something from the way he had turned away from Jennifer for a moment. Oh God, he would never forgive her for spying on them, but she just had to find out what was going on.

Virginia suppressed a moan of relief as Phil turned back again. Her sister was now completely naked, her long legs stretched out obscenely wide while the other boy ran his fingers and hands up and down over her stomach to the moist fleshy lips of her nakedly glistening cunt. Virginia leaned forward a little to see what the next step in the lewd spectacle being played out before her would be. As she pushed aside some of the sand that obscured her vision she felt her heart begin to pound thunderously in her chest. It beat so hard she thought the three naked figures down below her might hear it as though an alarm had been sounded!

But it was clear that they were so engrossed in what they were doing that a sand storm could have blown up and they would have remained undisturbed! Phil stood over the two embracing figures and began making long smooth strokes on his fleshy instrument that stiffened into greater hardness. He signaled to the older man who paused in his lewd task and removed his massaging index finger from Jennifer's up-thrust young cunt before pulling away from the girl. It appeared as though the two young men had made some kind of an arrangement before they had begun their dual seduction, and it had been agreed that Phil would be the first one to fuck the obviously aroused young girl. Virginia watched in horrified amazement as Phil leaned down over Jennifer's white supple nakedness in the sand below him. The youth slowly lowered himself to the ground and crawled up over her lewdly squirming body, and Virginia could see her widespread thighs stretch wider apart to accent the entrance of the huge blood-engorged cock inside the lips of her moistly glistening vagina. Phil's muscular buttocks squirmed for a moment as they thrust down toward the soft juncture up between Virginia's sister's legs. His hands reached down beneath the firm white moons of her buttocks, and pulled them up toward the blood-filled head of his cock as it slowly pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt.

"Ooooh, God," she heard her sister moan, "Ram it up to my tits!"

Virginia felt the blood draining from her head and fought to retain her balance and keep from falling down the sloping edge of the sandy precipice. Her head whirled. She began to feel faint and weak, and she tried to blot out the unbelievable obscene act going on before her eyes. There on the sand below her, lewdly displayed so anyone who came along could see, was her own sister pleading for Bob's brother to do vile things to her, while at the same time an older man kneeled next to them stroking his monstrously hardened cock above their thrashing bodies.

"Hurry up, Phil, damn it. Leave some of that hot little pussy for me will you?" she heard the man growl in eagerness and lewd impatience.

Virginia wanted to lunge down the hill and rip the bodies apart. She felt her muscles tense and me cords of her neck strain out as though she were being drawn involuntarily towards an act which would only make things irrevocably worse. She tried to erase the incomprehensible violation of her own sister's body from her eyes by shielding her vision with her hand, but then she heard the low mewling groans of pleasure rise up with greater intensity, and for some strange reason Virginia felt she had to look. She stared in detached revulsion at Jennifer's long slim legs rising up above Phil's grinding thighs and watched as her sister pressed the sides of her ankles like strong fists into Phil's driving buttocks, sending his groin plunging towards her wide stretched young pussy, the thick, wetly glistening cock disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her.

Virginia could see her sister's thighs buckle upwards again as though Phil's hardened flesh thrust half-way inside of her eagerly clasping pussy just wasn't enough. Then the youth inched his hands farther under the smooth curve of Jennifer's hungrily trembling asscheeks and squeezed her white undulating moons with a savage strength. The wantonly writhing girl began a rhythmic squirming movement in an attempt to capture the entire length of his sperm-filled shaft inside the hot pulsating passage of her cunt. Virginia strained her eyes and could see the moistly clasping lips of her sister's hungrily flowering pussy sucking tightly around me hard rubbery head of his fleshy instrument. Virginia's eyes gaped open in stunned disbelief as it skewered deeply in, then came pulsing downward on the outstroke and grazed its long white ridge against the softly curling pubic hairs that gripped teasingly at the semen-bloated fullness of the underside of his cock.

Now Jennifer was churning her eagerly writhing buttocks and glistening white thighs more rapidly. Rippling mewls of pleasure spilled from her wide open mouth and accompanied the lewd slap of naked flesh on flesh and soft scrape of sand beneath the obscenely pounding bodies. Virginia lay crouched on the sand, numbed with shock, and watched hypnotized as the sperm swollen sack of the brother of her fiancé's balls slapped against the flat plane just beneath her sister's nakedly exposed buttocks, the girl's legs curling and uncurling in animal-like desperation around the sinewy muscles of Phil's lower back.

"Oooooooh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," Jennifer moaned up into his open mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding.

Virginia held her breath again for what seemed like the thousandth time since she had climbed up the sand dune a few moments before. Both Jennifer and Phil were breathing heavily, and Virginia noticed streams of perspiration trailing down their nakedly young bellies as the incessant smack of their sweat-moistened flesh built into an insane crescendo of lust that would lead inevitably to orgasm. Virginia could see one of his hands clench and unclench around her sister's rounded white asscheeks as he pumped and hollowed his buttocks into her groin and moved his other hand up to her breasts to begin squeezing the passion inflamed nipples in a final gesture of frenzied lust.

Then suddenly Virginia heard a long gurgling noise come from beneath the nakedly fucking boy, the sound erupting deep, deep within Jennifer's throat as though she had no control over it. The girl's buttocks jerked uncontrollably up towards Phil several times, the lips of her tightly clasping cunt working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry. At the same time the boy groaned above her and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep, his thick fleshy rod beginning to throb its milky white sperm deep down into her gratefully accepting belly. Virginia gasped as she saw Jennifer's head thrash from side to side under the final ravishing strokes. At the base of her glistening crotch Virginia could see clearly a tiny white stream of their intermingled cum trickle down over her naked thigh and dissolve lewdly into the sand below. One last throbbing jerk sent the couple into a subsiding spasm, and then they lay still, her sister's legs splayed obscenely out at the boy's sides.

The older man now stood over the immobile, but heavily breathing couple, rubbing the lust-incited shaft of his long hard penis into a fiery poker of flesh that he held as though he were brandishing a lance. Virginia knew all too well what was coming next and she began to move away, too horrified to watch, but too fascinated by the obscene spectacle to avert her head completely. Phil looked up smilingly at the standing figure of his friend and pulled his half-deflated cock with a loud wet sucking noise from Jennifer's moistly glistening vagina.

The last thing Virginia saw as she slid down the sand dune was the figure of the other male shrouded in spooky moonlight plunging his rock-hard cock deep down into her older sister's already sperm-flooded vagina.

She stood up at the base of the hill, brushing off her jeans and tee shirt, then began stumbling blindly up the beach. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, stinging against her skin that was sensitive from all the crying she had been doing that night. She trudged up the sloping sand and into the tall grass that bordered a gravel road with no sense of destination in mind. One thing was sure, and that was that she couldn't go back to the beach party in this state of mind. She needed time to think, and she might as well walk the five miles back to her house to save herself the tortuous explanations she would have to give Bob about how she had gotten into her condition. Bob could think what he liked, for all she cared. What she had seen a moment ago was enough to make up for all the tidbits of gossip Bob had told her about her sister, and Virginia had no intention of confirming his suspicions and letting him gloat about it for the next few months.

Yes, she would keep on walking, the exercise would do her some good and would help clear her head after all she had been through this evening. As she moved up onto the road she thought she heard one last moan of gurgling passion coming from below the sand dunes on the beach. They were probably still at it, she thought, and she felt the shock return as the obscenely lewd image of her sister's widespread, upraised thighs and Phil's nakedly pounding buttocks between them flickered momentarily through her mind. She had trusted and admired her sister for so many years and now her idol of strength and womanly virtue had turned to a soiled and tattered rag doll that would submit to any man that was immediately available! Well, it was Jennifer's life and Virginia certainly was not going to live it for her. She knew that she could not bear to live in the same house any more with her sister and her mother, who had grown increasingly remote and morose since the divorce. Yet she knew of no place she could run to and no one she could turn to at this dreadful moment. After she had seen Bob's brother, Phil, taking turns with another man gang banging her own sister, she was certain that she could never face her fiancé again. There was an element in Bob that reminded her in a strange way of his brother, and Bob's own lusty demands on her this evening really bore this out.

She thought she just might move in with her father who had an apartment on the other side of the Florida Peninsula in St. Petersburg. But living with him would only create additional problems within the already disrupted family. Virginia had always been a bone of contention in the family anyway, as she had been her father's favorite and he had pampered her somewhat. He had acted rather indifferently toward Jennifer during the weeks that preceded her parents' separation, and Jennifer had sided with their mother, making matters worse, as her father had become quite emotionally demanding on Virginia and had flaunted his feelings as though he wanted to make the rest of the household jealous. It had been during this period that her sister began running around with that wild college crowd and had been introduced to marijuana. Jennifer had been a senior, and at that time Virginia was an entering freshman at the same Florida community college. They had commuted each day in Jennifer's car, and the two pretty young sisters had gotten into some deep conversations on their way to school about what life would be like after the divorce. There were moments when Virginia had almost felt that her sister wanted to confide in her about something that had occurred before their parents' final breakup, but the older girl had held back, as though she were afraid to hurt Virginia's feelings towards her parents.

But now all that was finished. The closeness she had once felt to Jennifer could never exist between them again after what she had just seen down on the beach. Yes, her own sister was nothing but a cheap little whore and probably always had been one, and Virginia had been gullible and loyal enough not to believe the pointed hints and insinuations that Bob had constantly been making about her.

But she wasn't thinking clearly. She had to find a way to leave her mother and sister without resorting to moving in with her father. What she would have to do was take a job where she could save up enough money to return to college in another part of the country. She had about five hundred dollars in her bank account from summer jobs she had worked at during high school and that would be enough to get her settled some place else. New York would certainly be far enough away from her parents and her sister so that she could begin to have a life of her own. She knew that her father would want to help her out, but she just couldn't permit that if she wanted to be independent and prove that she could support herself without parental assistance. Yes, this would resolve so many things. It just might be possible to get a modeling job in New York, but if this didn't work out, her secretarial skills would be helpful in getting work almost immediately.

She was so lost in her thoughts that it happened before she knew it!

"Well, hello there, Honey," a low voice suddenly broke through the darkness.


Virginia stopped in her tracks and jerked around looking to see where the voice was coming from. She heard some rustling in the grass beside the road and made out two dimly silhouetted forms below the culvert.

"What you doing way out here in nowhere, Baby?" the voice echoed out across the road.

Virginia quickened her pace, turning away from the two men. She saw lights coming from a beach house up the road but it was quite a distance away from her, and she didn't know if she could make it before the man's comments turned into something more serious. They were probably two drunken college students from the beach party, but she wasn't going to take any chances. She had heard some frightening stories of rapes and murders along these lonely country roads, and she didn't intend to become another unfortunate victim.

She heard a light scurry of feet a few yards from the ditch beside her. It was then that she saw the face of one of the men coming out of the dark shadows of the tall grass. The men measured their pace just behind hers as though they had plenty of time to follow her. Virginia knew that if she began to run from the two men this would be the final stroke, so she slowed down, almost imperceptibly, yet kept herself ready for that burst of energy and strength she would have to put out once they began advancing more rapidly.

"I'll tell you what I think, Billy. I think she's playin' a little game with us," another unfamiliar voice remarked in a sinister tone. "She's playing the stuck-up little bitch, don't you think?"

"Just give her some time, Lex. All that walking her little ass is doing should warm her up."

"Yeah, and them watermelons of hers sure look juicy," the man named Billy replied, an obscene vicious tone evident in his voice. "I'd sure like to get my mouth around those tits."

Virginia involuntarily moved faster as she heard the men's feet scuffling up onto the shoulder of the gravel road. They were walking directly behind her now, but she didn't dare look back. Suddenly she knew she was really afraid, and she became sure that the two men were not part of the group at the beach party. None of the boys, no matter how lewd their intentions, would have spoken to a girl like that. She found herself moving at a half-run now, and she measured the distance to the tiny lights of the shack ahead of her. If she could only get within shouting distance of the beach house she just might have a chance.

"Now you just look at that. The little girl knows what to do with what she's got, wouldn't you say so, Lex?"

"I'm just thinking about them big sweet titties, and that hot lil old pussy I know she's got."

Billy laughed. "You'll have time enough to get into that. Now just watch the way she works that tight ass; look at it now, Lex!"

Virginia grimaced in fear and revulsion at the horrible insults the men were hurling at her. She heard the men chuckle and quicken their gait behind her, and she adjusted her pace, almost running now and feeling her heart pound desperately into her throat.

"You know, Billy, I don't think this hot little bitch likes what we're saying about her. Maybe she'd rather have us do it to her, rather than talk about it. Whaddya think?"

"I'll be the first to find out, Lex. And, man, do I have a cock that wants to find out!" Billy shouted out so that Virginia could hear each obscene syllable of his words.

"Now you just remember, don't stretch it too much," Lex chortled loudly, "she's got a lot of fucking ahead of her."

"Damn, man, don't you know you can't use up that kind of pussy?"

That was it! Virginia could stand the vile remarks the men were making to her no longer, and suddenly, from sheer panic she broke into a desperate run. She felt her sandals scrape on the loose gravel beneath her feet and the tightness of her jeans impede her speed, but she gave it all she had, churning her legs with a rapidity that astonished her as the adrenaline pulsed into her blood stream, quickening her flight. She could hear the men running behind her, and though she was fast, they seemed to be shortening the distance between them. The house was coming up closer and she could almost see inside the windows, but as she approached the fence that bordered the yard of the shack, her sandals tripped her up and she lost her stride.

"Goddamn, grab her before she gets on the porch," one of the men gasped almost out of breath behind her.

"Don't worry about me, worry about those little titties you were talkie' so much about," the other voice rang out from the darkness behind her.

She was just a few yards from the lawn that surrounded the house, and she strained and plunged in a final desperate surge of energy to go to the porch. God! it didn't seem to get any closer! Then from a short distance down the road she spotted the headlights of a car approaching them. The thought flashed through her mind that if there weren't people in the house she would be done for. So, abruptly changing her direction, she sprinted towards the center of the road, waving her arm at the headlights of the approaching vehicle. That had been her mistake.

Suddenly she felt her arms wrenched violently backwards and the steel grip of a hand muffle her mouth. She stood in the center of the road with the two men grappling violently against her, and her arms and legs flailing out wildly in a vain attempt to free herself from her captors. The only hope now was that the car that was nearing them would stop and offer her some assistance. But it didn't.

It slowed down as it approached the struggling figures and Virginia could see a face press against the side window, then she heard the motor gun as the automobile shot out again into the murky darkness. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, phantom-like from nowhere, leaving her to suffer her fate alone on the empty shore-line highway.

"Help me! Oh God, please! Help me! Pleeeeaaase," Virginia finally wrenched her mouth from under the man's hand and wailed uselessly into the night after the disappearing car.

"Goddamn, she's a tough little bitch," she heard come from behind her, and felt the vise-like grip against her arms send piercing stabs into her straining shoulders. Once again the hand clenched tightly over her mouth.

Then, against her anguished protests, they pulled her backwards to the side of the road, pinning their arms tightly against her back so if she struggled more they could clench her elbows up to her shoulder blades and reduce her to a writhing mass of agonizing pain.

But it was fear that now raced through her as the two heavily breathing men dragged her back down the highway. Up ahead she recognized the hulking: shape of a pick-up truck that she had passed unnoticed only a few minutes before. Virginia made one last attempt to break loose, kicking at the taller man who stood next to her on the soft shoulder at the edge of the road. Then she felt her arm wrench up once more, and she bent down, groaning, more in fear now, and hoping desperately that she could distract her abductors for at least a moment until she could regain her strength. But they pulled her up from her half-kneeling position and dragged her on until she was facing the rear end of the truck.

"Oh God. Please no! Let me go!" she muttered under the tightly clenching hand over her mouth.

They hoisted her wrenching body ahead of them onto the floor of the open pick-up, and she felt her stomach strike painfully against cold metal. The image of a third man sitting on the floor of the truck bed swept past her widening, horror-stricken eyes as he grabbed for her shoulders and dragged her into the interior until her face fell hard onto his lap. Then Billy's heavy weight landed in a thud on her back, and a sharp stab of pain shot through her belly. Behind her, she heard Lex race along the dirt shoulder of the road to the front of the truck where he jumped onto the seat beside the driver. Then the truck roared off with a squeal of tires against the pavement.

"You got her, boys?" the rasping voice of the driver grunted excitedly.

"We ain't only got her, Pop. Wait till you see what she's got," Billy shouted jubilantly to the front of the truck. His stomach lay flat over her outstretched form and his free hand squeezed more tightly at the curve of her small waist. "Yeah, he ain't seen what we got," he repeated in a lewd whisper to Virginia, dropping his wet mouth to her ear.

"Well, just keep your goddamn hand over her mouth," the driver chuckled, shifting into second and speeding up as the car hurried down the narrow country road. "I don't want no screams coming from this here pick-up truck while I'm driving it."

"Shoot, Pop. An old man like you, they'd think it was just pigs," Billy joked.

"Takes an older man to know the difference."

Virginia felt Billy's large muscular hand in a tight grip on her waist. The coarsened palm of his other hand pressed so strenuously against her slightly parted mouth that it felt like her lips were splitting over her own teeth. Her head had twisted and her cheek lay on the thigh of the other man with her face forced almost into his lap. A pungent masculine smell emanated from his spread open loins and permeated the air around her face, filling the whole of her every choking breath.

Tears of helpless terror streamed from Virginia's eyes as an image of Phil's long white cock sinking into her sister Jennifer's open and glistening vagina raced through her tortured mind, and she sobbed helplessly as she was hit with the horrible realization that she too might soon be filled with the brutal erect flesh of one of these crude men who had forced her off the country road into the truck.

"Oh God, please don't let it happen, please don't let them do that to me. Not that, dear God. Not what those boys did to Jennifer.

"Keep her trap shut, we're passin' another bunch of beach houses," the tense voice of the older man driving spoke again.

"Boy, these people got beach houses that don't quit."

"You shut up, too. Everyone be quiet."

Billy's hand tightened over Virginia's mouth, and she thought she was going to suffocate. Then her heart jumped into her throat and her breath stopped completely for one long tortuous moment as she realized that she might very well be killed if she didn't cooperate. The flow of her tears choked off abruptly and dried up with sheer terror.

"That's a nice girl," Billy's wet mouth muttered in her ear. "Billy boy's gonna reward you with something real good and hard. Oh, you're going to love what I've got for you."

His breath smelled heavily of alcohol and she could feel a sticky dampness forming between her back and his stomach as he sweated through his shirt in his efforts to keep her close to the floor. The smell of his sweat and the stale odor of alcohol and the pungency arising from the other man's lap all mixed together until she thought she was going to faint from the heat and the overwhelming fear that attacked each of her senses. She recalled dimly that the men were all dressed the same and her heart jolted anew as she made the grim connection between their identical blue outfits and prison uniforms. They must have escaped from the prison downstate and driven here because it was close to the state line or even because it was near the gulf and they planned to take a boat out of the country! Oh God, maybe she was going to be a hostage just like she'd read about happening to so many people almost every day in the newspaper. But why did it have to be her? Every nerve in her anguished body strained with the sudden hope that they would only keep her but not rape her. Not plunge their thick penises into her virginally defenseless vagina like she had seen Phil and his friend doing to Jennifer earlier that evening.

As if in answer to her question, Billy's free hand began an exploratory movement out from her small girlish waist. It ran excitedly over the side of her body, then he sighed and began breathing heavily, concentrating all his brutal force on prying the soft innersides of her thighs apart with his knee. Virginia fought with every bit of her strength, but the straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the pressure. His legs sank in between them and she felt a clothed hardness press along the top of her thigh. She shuddered in revulsion as she realized what he was trying to do to her. His penis had hardened from the lust-inciting contact of lying closely on top of her, and now he was trying to wedge his straining erectness against her completely defenseless pussy!

She squirmed her hips, groaning loudly in protest, but it was useless.

Beneath his pants, Billy's stiffened penis pushed hard and intimately into the junction between her legs. He pressed forward and the cloth of her jeans sank into the barely moist crevice of her helplessly spread young pussy.

The truck sped along through the summer night on the narrow country road, leaving the beach houses behind. In the front, there was a sound of the other two men shifting in their seats.

"You can relax now. We're out on open road," Ellen recognized the voice of Lex.

"Someone throw me a goddamn cigarette, will ye," she heard the second man in the back of the truck speak for the first time.

Virginia started as a pack of cigarettes flew over the front seat. The man grabbed the pack irritably and handed a second cigarette to Billy, the straining cloth across his lap lighting up rose-blue before Virginia's eyes as he struck a match.

"Goddamn it, Vito. Watch out, you bastard. You'll burn my hair," Billy grunted.

Billy was still pressed heavily over her back, but now Virginia looked up at Vito for the first time. He was much smaller than she had expected him to be, though his bony wiry frame had a definite look of vicious cruelty about it.

"Oh God, he's a killer!" the thought raced through her mind with a frightening sureness.

The truck bounced along the country road and as the men smoked their cigarettes, Virginia's glance returned again and again to the smaller man in dreadful fascination. A long narrow welt-like scar curled across one of his thin cheeks, and his long black unkempt hair shone greasily in the moonlight. The smoke grew thicker and thicker over her face until she thought she would choke. Then Billy jokingly forced the strong smelling cigarette to her mouth and made her puff on it, and she broke into a fit of coughing. An interminable length of time seemed to pass, and she began to feel nauseous as he forced it again and again to her lips.

"We're doing just fine back here," he yelled to the front loudly. Then he sank back onto her and sighed, grinding his hardness against her legs and chuckling softly. He laughed again and blew into her ear, sending waves of goose-bumps over her flesh, and the terrified young girl cringed in revulsion.

She stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to see out the back of the truck as though somewhere out there in the rapidly disappearing scenery she might find something, anything that would magically save her. But the empty fields flew uselessly by, and not a single car appeared on the long strip of highway. There was only the round disc of the moon shining brightly in the starless summer sky to give her small comfort.

"Roll her over," Vito said after a moment in a grudging voice, lighting a second cigarette. "I want to see the front." There was an irritated demanding quality to his words that sent new shivers of fear down Virginia's spine.

"Relax, Vito," Billy said confidently. "It's all there. I already checked it out for you."

"Looks like you're doing more than checking it out to me. C'mon, roll her over. I want to see what she's got for tits!"

"Shut up, man. You're botherin' me."

"All I got is the head." Vito's vicious tone now had a knife-like edge to it.

Tears of shame and humiliation welled in Virginia's eyes as she heard the two men discussing her as though she were a bag of potatoes they had loaded in the truck to take to market. The horror of the situation was almost too much to grasp. She could hardly think from the terrible fear and revulsion that overwhelmed her every attempt to figure out just what she could do, or if there was even anything she could do. All she knew w as that each of their hotly intimate touches and each of their lewd remarks was doing something to her that would make her forever different from the happily naive young person she had been only a few short minutes ago.

She felt Billy's hand possessively pull her body closer to him, and her attention shot back to the dire defenselessness of her immediate position. His other hand remained around her mouth, and his body wormed even closer against hers, his knees bending where hers did, as his chest fell harder against her back while her softly rounded young buttocks fitted more closely like one spoon in another into his bulging pelvis. Her soft flesh made the feared contact with his jutting hardness and she trembled, imagining the lewd look of obscene pleasure contorting the man's face. A seeming eternity passed by as his probing contact with her firm young flesh grew more frequent and harder.

"How much longer?" he said later, breathing heavily, his hand moving hungrily down her thighs over her tightly fitting jeans. "I think our little girl's getting uncomfortable here."

"About fifteen minutes until we get into the edge of town," Pop's voice said tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep the little bitch quiet. We'll soon be gettin' into some heavy traffic."

"Don't worry. She can't move," Billy muttered. He chuckled when he pinched harshly through the denim at the soft insides of her two thighs pressed together, and her groan of protest issued through his hand over her mouth almost soundlessly. "She can't even squeal.

Look at that, boys!"

"Open up her pants," Lex turned and hissed into the back, his eyes glinting in lewd amusement through the dark. He turned on his knees and peered over the back of the seat, almost drooling at the obscene picture of the young blonde girl plastered helplessly down under Billy's groin. Her striped tee shirt had ridden up to just below the rounded fullness of her large breasts, and below the high, wide-spaced protruberances, he could see the bare flesh of her taut little stomach gleaming whitely in the moonlight. He grunted in lewd pleasure when Vito suddenly reached over and pulled the zipper of her jeans slowly open.

"Jesus, will ya look at that," Lex whistled under his breath, taking in the wide white stretch of unexpectedly bare stomach exposed over the top of the small white triangle of her nylon panties. "Seems to me anything wearin' them skimpy lil things is asking for cock. I say let's fuck her now."

"Yeah, let's do it. Let's fuck her now," Vito agreed.

"Hold on," Pop objected over the din of voices. "Not while I'm drivin'."

"I can't wait," Billy grunted hoarsely.

Virginia groaned as her forehead hit against a rising hardness in Vito's lap and he raised his legs, clenching her face in his lap in a strong vise-like grip. Behind her, Billy's groin rammed harshly into her buttocks, his fingers tearing at the open waist of her jeans so that she thought they would rip apart. A frantic, terrorized energy raced through her, and she squirmed and bucked her body with every ounce of strength that she had, trying to wrench her face out of Vito's clenching thighs and throw Billy's jutting hardness off her back. She tossed violently at both ends but the harsh grinding of her forehead and buttocks against their stiffening hardness only succeeded in increasing their desire for her.

"Hold her down, you idiots," Billy muttered, moving his hand down to her wildly thrusting hips and pinioning them roughly to the floor.

"Please, please don't do it to me," she choked in the single moment that his hand was removed from her mouth. "Get off of me!"

Vito clamped his palm over her mouth and her piteous supplications were cut short. Her further anguished cries choked back deep down in her chest, only a faint helpless mewling escaping from under the tightly clenching hand.

Suddenly, she felt Billy's weight lift off her. There was a long tortuous moment of silent suspense while his muscular calves inched slowly backwards down the sides of her legs, then his face hovered over her knees. She jerked as he reached abruptly forward and his fingers curled over the unbuttoned waist of her jeans, jerking them in a swift cruel movement down over her hips until the soft rounded fullness of her partially panty covered buttocks were exposed to view. All the while Lex hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging as each luscious inch of the girl's delicately curved legs came further into view.

"Pull up her top so we can see them big juicy tits," Billy yelled at Lex leaning over the front seat. His trembling hands curled around her small kicking ankles and pulled them slightly apart. His eyes traveled slowly up the bare slightly parted columns of her legs, and he ran his tongue over his lips with obvious desire. Her small well-shaped ankles curved delicately up over slender girlish calves, then swelled into a smooth silky softness at her full upper thighs. The whitely clean triangle of her brief panties had been moved out of place by her fruitless struggling, and now the smoothly rounded globes of her asscheeks were exposed entirely to his lust-crazed view. Only a narrow strip of thin nylon cloth was wedged into the tightly trembling crevice of her firm young buttocks, and he could see small thin curls of her sparse blonde pubic hair appearing under the edges of the bunched up material where it ran in a thin white band down between her legs.

Virginia was half wild with fear now. Her mind raced with the dreadful certainty that what she had most feared was now going to happen to her: these strange men were going to sink their indecent flesh into the most intimate parts of her body. She felt sick with disgust and her whole being cowered with the shame and humiliation of it all. These vile creatures that didn't even know her name were going to plow into her like lewd animals without the slightest trace of compassion or human understanding, making of her a mere mindless receptacle for their lewdly building sperm.

And... there was nothing on earth she could do about it. Her inability to fight them back increased her sense of shame and degradation. Oh God, if only she was stronger, she thought desperately, then her mind was jerked back to brutal reality by the sensation of Billy's hands coursing over the sides of her body. He teased her nakedly cringing flesh harshly as he worked up the backs of her legs, kneading the skin into painful, white little balls and clenching them in his fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his thumbs and forefingers, and Virginia whimpered in helpless anguish. She imagined what his leering face must look like as his hands roamed freely over her now obediently splayed out body, and she ground her belly hard down against the floor of the truck in another vain attempt to escape him when his hands moved onto her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her soft warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the slightly sweating crevice between her buttocks that showed just its beginning now above the elastic waist band of her panties.

"Nice, huh?" he called excitedly to the rest of the men, working his middle finger down into the shadows of the thinly dividing crevice until it disappeared from sight.

A loud grunt of agreement came from cash as he hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging with cruelly rising desire. Pop, behind the wheel, glanced quickly over his shoulder and turned back to the road, taking out a handkerchief to wipe sweat off his forehead.

Virginia groaned as Vito's hardness jerked against her cheek. His hand moved over the back of her head, pushing her forehead hard against his excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened against the base of the shaft and she could feel the blunt rounded outline of the blood-engorged head pressing hotly through the material of his pants. He ran his fingers through her hair, taking in the sight of her helpless young body stretched out almost nakedly below him. A small circle of wetness had seeped through the material of his pants against Virginia's temple and she shuddered, realizing it was the same white male liquid that she had seen glistening on the top of Phil's long obscenely hardened cock just before he had thrust his hardness into her older sister's wide-splayed pussy. She tried to lift her cheek from it, but his hand clamped down on her scalp and pushed her face even deeper into his pulsating groin than it had been before. She began to sob loudly as he rotated his fevered loins against her forehead, moving his hands down to the bareness of her back and suddenly yanking the tee shirt brutally up over her brassiere-covered breasts to her neck.

"Well, lookee here at what we got," he said in a cruelly mocking voice. "A girl in a bikini."

Once again Pop's head spun around to the back, and an obscenely loud guffaw swept through the truck.

Virginia's shoulders heaved as she sobbed helplessly from the shame and humiliation. This was too much! They were laughing at her too, while they pawed and tore at her body like wild animals. She thought of Bob's hands gently trying earlier that evening to cup themselves around her breasts and almost regretted the self-righteous way she had pushed him away. Surely it would have been better to have let her very own boyfriend touch her than to find herself as she was now at the mercy of these monsters. She might still have been at the beach party now, kissing Bob and letting him caress her. Oh, God, it would have been better than this if she had given herself completely to him.

Now she cringed at Vito's hand roaming excitedly over her back. She stiffened in fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her brassiere. Then suddenly it gave way and she felt her fully ripened young breasts fall out like two large white melons, hanging obscenely down over each side of his leg with his knee pressed into the deep cleavage between. The tiny buds of her nipples made contact with the coolness of the air and stiffened involuntarily, pointing lewdly down to the metal floor.

"A hot little piece of ass in half a bikini now," he snorted.

"Hold her down while I pull her panties off," Billy grunted, sliding his hands slowly down from the slimness of her waist over the luscious flare of her firmly rounded young hips.

Then suddenly, Virginia's body jerked back to life as she felt Billy's fingers move from her hip bones to the tight elastic top of her panties. She had lain limply beneath them, feeling as though all the life had been drained out of her, while they had run their hands all over her helplessly trembling flesh and even uncovered her breasts. But the moment she most dreaded had arrived, and she knew that the virginity that she had struggled so hard to protect from even Bob, the boy she was going to marry, was as good as lost if she ever allowed these horrible beasts to strip her panties from her vagina. Death would be better, she thought. Her last chance to resist was now and, deciding she would rather be flung from the moving truck, she gathered all her strength and lurched wildly toward the tailgate. Her body squirmed momentarily through their grasping hands until Billy's arm circled around her waist tripping her, and she fell to a painful thud on her knees.

"She's going to jump out, grab her legs!" he shouted as Vito sprang up, and she fell back down to the floor beneath the crushing weight of both of them.

She kicked and clawed but it was impossible to meet their brutal strength and gradually she was pulled back to her original position with her head thrown harder this time into Vito's lap. She shuddered as he dug his fist brutally into the back of her neck, applying a cruel vise-like pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.

"Dumb little bitch," he said, reaching down under her torso and grabbing one of Virginia's nakedly hanging breasts, squeezing it until she groaned loudly. He moved to the other breast, giving it an even more vicious squeeze, and she whimpered in helpless anguish. He laughed and she realized that the little man was obviously a sadist and glad of her attempted escape because it gave him an opportunity to brutalize her. She tried not to give him the satisfaction of her crying, but the pain was just too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively pulsating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight between them until she broke out sobbing. He kneaded it roughly between his fingers and ground her face harder against his throbbing cock, his face breaking into a lewd contorted grin of sadistic ecstasy as his whole body raced to cum from the sheer pressure of her face grinding into him. His head rolled back against the front seat and he let his hand move down her back, trailing his fingernails sharply into the smooth creamy skin. He moaned and rubbed his hand down her back to the elastic waist band at the top of her bikini panties, pulling on it frantically and then kneading his fingers, cruelly into the soft flesh of her firmly rounded young asscheeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Billy suddenly interrupted, grabbing the hand and flinging it back toward the front seat. "Who the hell's running this show anyway?"

Vito's body fell back against the seat under the surprise attack. "You don't own her, you know," he shouted back violently.

"Right now I do. I'm the one that supposed to be fucking her."

"Hold on, boys. We can't be bitchin' and fightin' amongst us. Wait 'till we get to the warehouse," Pop's voice pleaded from the driver's seat.

"Maybe we ought to wait, Billy," Lex shifted in the front seat, frowning tensely at the two angrily poised figures in the back of the truck.

"I'm tired of waiting," Billy grunted and resumed his kneeling position over Virginia's helplessly splayed out body. "I'll fuck 'er real quick."

Billy's eyes raced with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the girl's body that lay stretched below him in a piteous pose of helpless submission. He hadn't fucked a woman in a long time, and especially not anything like this. Not anything so young, pure, and helpless. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lips and his hands trembled as he curved them around the narrowness of her waist. He waited a moment, and then he began slowly peeling down the flimsy nylon panties over the half-moons of her buttocks, gradually exposing the smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in a sudden gesture of nervous impatience, he yanked the panties past her knees and the rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes.

Virginia trembled in abject shame and embarrassment, feeling the last of her protective clothing dangling uselessly down at her ankles. Then there was the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open in haste behind her, and her own groan of terror arising from some deep, distant place in her body when she felt the sudden long warm bluntness of his hardened cock fall free against the top of her leg. Tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the contracting gland at its tip, and she shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling it smear wetly across the top of her nude exposed thigh. It was actually going to happen to her now that he was going to sink his cruel instrument into her and tear her helpless virginity to shreds. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Then suddenly a searing humiliation burned over her entire body as his probing finger pressed against the small vertical opening of her slightly bearded young vagina.

"Oooooooo, nooooooo!"

"Jesus Christ! she's a virgin," Billy gasped, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "Look at that, she's cherry!"

Virginia's whole body jerked in a violent attempt to wrench herself away from his licentiously searching finger, her belly grinding frantically down against the floor of the truck and the firm resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenched tightly together.

"Yeah, man, she's a virgin all right, I can feel it!" he exclaimed, fighting to keep his finger in the unbelievably tight, but violently squirming, ring of her vagina. He tried to worm his finger in deeper and met a thin fleshy resistance, then laughed softly. "This'll take what I call a real master."

"I'll do it. Let me split 'er!" Vito shouted suddenly and crawled excitedly over Virginia's back, spilling her head to the floor and throwing Billy off balance. Billy's hands flailed out from Virginia's body and the force of Vito's shifting weight threw him against the side of the truck bed, giving Vito complete access to the warm spread juncture of the young girl's upraised buttocks. In one quick moment, Vito had gripped one of her fearfully quivering white asscheeks painfully in his fist, and in the next he had burrowed the entire length of his hand into the soft hair-lined mounds that protected the soft pink crevice of her vagina. Virginia moaned and jerked forward, but there was no escape from the cruel digging fingers that roamed over the thin, puffy edges of her cunt lips, pulling their softness apart and searching up inside for her vaginal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her pussy, one middle finger working violently over every inch of her helpless little cuntal slit as he greedily sought his mark.

Then suddenly he found his goal, jamming his middle finger in the tight smooth hole between the moist fleshy lips and shoving it all the way forward.

"Aaaaaaaarg, nooooooo," she squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out wildly behind her in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement. But it only worsened her position and a gutteral screech of further pain came tumbling piteously from deep in her throat when his second finger joined the first and battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding cuntal flesh. It felt as though a hot poker had been thrust into her burning vaginal passage and was now searing its way up into her body in search of her soul. Behind him, Billy had regained his balance and was trying with every ounce of his strength to pull the cruelly gripping hand away, but Vito's fingers were curved deep up in her cunt like a fishhook and he held to her like a lust-crazed madman. His fingers ground around and around in her painfully expanding little vaginal channel, while Virginia squirmed and jerked her helplessly impaled buttocks in wild desperation before the depraved attack up between her open thighs. It felt as though his insanely thrusting fingers were splitting her in two and her mind reeled from the pain and confusion. Then suddenly the thin, balloon-like membrane of her virginity gave way and her mind swooned into a dazed stupor, hardly conscious of anything but the hotly searing pain up between her legs. The virginity that she had guarded for so long had been, in one terror-filled instant, torn brutally away. She fell limply against the floor and would have fainted dead away had it not been for the commotion of Vito and Billy still struggling over her. Slowly the fingers withdrew from her pained and stretched vaginal passage as Billy grabbed Vito by the hair and threw him violently over her panting body across the truck.

And that was all.

Vito moaned in pain as his head hit the back of the front seat and then he cringed into the side of the truck when he saw Billy crawling toward him, murder in his eyes.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Pop yelled over the noise. "We're going to get in an accident. I can't drive this truck, you're making me so goddamned nervous."

"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You'll be sorry you did that, you bastard," Billy shouted at the top of his voice.

"I got more right to her. I ain't had a woman longer than you have," Vito snarled back.

"Well, you ain't gettin' nothing' from this one, that's for goddamn sure. Nothin'. Not even when we get to the warehouse. Nothin'. Never."

Vito sank back into the corner, staring stonily out of the back of the truck, and a deathly quiet sank over the group that was broken only by the soft piteous sound of Virginia's sobbing. In the front, Lex lit a cigarette and Pop cleared his throat nervously. Billy glared around the truck and then crawled back to the girl, resuming his kneeling position over her.

Virginia's mind reeled with fear and confusion as once again she felt him pull her legs apart, breathing heavily over her. Then his hand sank onto the already finger-ravaged mound of her pussy, and she groaned a long low soul-searching groan.

Billy's nostrils flared with obvious desire as he concentrated again on the lewd task before him. Her hair had dislodged itself from its pony tail in the struggle and now it spilled over her smoothly tanned shoulders, gleaming softly in the moonlight.

"Just relax, honey. You're going to love every minute of this, I promise you," he chuckled obscenely to her, once again laying his hands on her hips, opening his palms and pressing the firm white cheeks apart, hungrily kneading them. "Just relax, baby and enjoy it."

"No, please, not any more," Virginia whimpered and sobbed with renewed humiliation at the leering sound of his voice. She could feel the hot summer night air coursing over her nakedness, and her mind reeled with fear and shame at the degradation that had already occurred and the worse that was going to come.

"Oh God, no, please," she cried, feeling his finger make contact with the fearfully cringing lips of her vagina, slowly spreading apart again the fleshy fleece-lined lips of the moist wet furrow.

"Ooooooooh."

She jerked forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering clit, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds with his other fingers. The finger continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center and she groaned heavily from deep down in her throat when his finger worked its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tight elastic rimmed opening of naked vagina.

"Nooooooo, not again," she moaned and pleaded as his finger moved from the ragged edges down to the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. "Please, please let me go!"

"Hold her," he grunted to Lex. He thrust his middle finger deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving hand. He could feel the flesh slip around his extended finger, the walls of the invaded vagina opening and closing in a desperate little clenching motion. It felt as though the soft hair-lined little mouth would pull his finger out by the roots it was so tight.

"It's giving," he said as her juices slowly began flowing. "I can feel her pussy loosen up."

"Goddamn tight," he muttered, moving his finger in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper into her. "But she's gettin' wet."

Virginia sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and wet under the maddening probing of his burrowing finger. She felt a strange sad regret when the pain gradually decreased, knowing that the end of the pain also meant the final end of her cherished virginity. The probing finger was only slipping now through the shattered remains, sweeping away the last faint obstacles to her final ravishment by these unspeakably low criminals. She tried to scream, but it came out a soft pitiful whimper that she doubted they had even heard. A fatalistic sense of acceptance swept over her. She couldn't protest any longer, she just couldn't, her body lay defeated by utter confusion and exhaustion. Once again she thought of her sister, but her former shock had turned to near envy... Jennifer at least had enjoyed it. If only she had given herself to Bob. Now in the face of this terrible rape, her objections to his few gentle advances seemed prudish and silly. Little had she known what true immorality meant. Then gradually she ceased to think at all. Her virginity, her disapproval of her sister, all that was swept away by the vile fondling of her secret genitals.

She gasped as his finger suddenly slipped out with a wet sucking sound and she felt him adjusting himself behind her, slowly massaging the heavy thick foreskin of his erectly throbbing penis back from the jerking head while he advanced against the proud young girl who now lay totally at his mercy. Then there was the feeling of the hugeness of his fleshy hardness laying the full length of her openly quivering slit. The jerking head of his lust-bloated cock rested between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips away from it, her helpless vagina still seeking escape from its hard, blood-filled tip. She cringed down against the truck floor, her eyes wide in horrified panic, when he guided it down the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised, pulsating and ready, up between the moisture-covered flanges of her vagina.

"Hold her steady now, I'm gonna fuck her," he commanded at Lex who had practically fallen over the front seat in obscene curiosity. Vito had recovered from the attack of the moment before, and a small trickle of saliva gleamed from his open panting mouth. "Here goes one big cock into one tight little cunt."

Virginia felt the lips around her defenselessly throbbing young vagina pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness clenched futilely together and resisted the hard cruel pressure, and a long low groan emitted from deep in her throat at the harsh pain.

"Noooo! Nooooooo!"

He shoved again with a deeper groan, and the tight little cuntal hole resisted for another moment, then gave way before the massively erect flesh boring steadily into it. Virginia's legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, splaying out against the sides of the truck, kicking futilely in the air.

"Oooooooh God!" she screamed, her lewdly impaled form pinned helplessly below the man. The shock against her body had brought her quickly back to full consciousness, and she squirmed and tossed her helplessly held buttocks around like a woman possessed, but Vito's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to his thighs.

"Sheeeeeeee-iiiiit," Billy moaned in a guttural voice above her, shoving his hips slightly forward again. And suddenly he could stand it no more. He pushed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust-inflated cock all the way up into her tight, virginal little pussy to the hilt! Virginia felt as though her body were being torn down the middle and that she would be skewered all the way up to her breasts by this giant pole of hardened male flesh embedded deep in her vagina. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out her throat as its huge blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix, the huge head burrowing deeper and deeper into her tautly cringing belly. Billy's face was contorted with the effort of that first vicious stab, and his lips curled back from his teeth, as he felt his balls slap tightly down against her piteously jerking clit that screwed itself deep down against the floor, futilely attempting to escape the cruel impalement.

Virginia squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her groin muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her straining sinews seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting cunt. The walls of her still tightly resisting vaginal passage clasped hotly around it like a warm, butter-filled fist. She could feel its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.

"Ooooooooooh!" she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the smooth wet walls ever further.

He flexed again and she went limp, feeling him slowly withdraw, pause a moment, and then plunge in again, setting up a slow rhythmic movement. She could feel his hips rotating from side to back against her softly swaying buttocks, forcefully stretching her vagina wider with the rhythmic beating. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She knew she must accept this horrible rape without resistance now as it was too late and she lay motionless beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly closed, her sounds becoming nothing but incoherent mumblings against the brutal assault.

She whimpered only slightly when his hands slid under her stomach, fanning out over the flatness of her belly and pulling her unresisting buttocks up tighter against his revolving thrusts, thin rivulets of sweat rolling down his hairy belly wetting the small of her back between them.

"Fuck her, fuck her harder," Vito chanted in time to the hard rhythmic thrusts, hardly able to contain his glee while he watched the girl's helplessly flattening asscheeks sliding down the length of Billy's rock hard instrument. He could see the rigid cock's slow withdrawal between them, pulling the thin soft ridges of her pink, wetly glistening cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the floor, and the entry violently pushing the soft folds back into her and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole, back into the salaciously ravished opening. Only his fear of Billy's vicious temper kept him from attempting to get on her himself. What he wouldn't give, he gloated to himself, to hold the snotty little bitch pinned in that lewd helpless position, squirming like a fly on his aching cock buried deep in her belly. Spoiled, proud, innocent! She was everything he wanted to humiliate and subjugate to his perverted will. He had his rights too, and he was going to get his turn at her proud little pussy when they got to the warehouse, no matter what Billy had said.

Virginia's mind sank into a dim haze of consciousness as she felt the man behind her shift and his brutal strokes sinking into her deeper and harder, the giant head sliding up and down her warm viscous passage slamming hard against her cervix and his soft balls slapping hotly against the widespread slit of her pussy below. Warm rushes of air raced between her thighs as he plunged in again even more brutally, building into a wild crescendo of fucking as though he meant to tear her to shreds. She sensed instinctively that he was going to cum, and her soft whimpers broke into a torrent of wild helpless sobbing at the thought of his lewd sperm spilling deep into her belly. Oh God, he was going to cum in her and fill her with his hot sticky lust, maybe even make her pregnant, she thought, trembling in horror before the imminent, final shame of his ejaculation into her defenseless belly.

"Move it, move it, hump back!" Billy mumbled over and over to her, ceaselessly ramming the blood-filled cudgel deep into her helplessly screaming little belly with long cruel jabs. "Get that ass up in the air!"

He could feel the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against the tickling little curls of her openly quivering pussy lips. He was ready to explode. He grabbed her face and twisting it painfully back toward him, wildly shoved his tongue down far into her throat and, with harshly kneading hands, pulled the widespread globules of her large firm breasts hard up against her chest as he rammed his cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, now completely unresisting cunt. His hands flailed out from her breasts and landed on her softly undulating buttocks, kneading them with fingers driven wild with uncontrollable excitement before one outstretched finger sank down to her defenseless anal crack and dug cruelly at her tightly puckered little anus.

"Nooooooo," Virginia's voice wailed like a siren through the truck.

The captive young girl's buttocks ground frantically against him, and Billy let out a sudden incoherent moan as the head of the deeply sunk rod flared into hugeness and began to spurt out its white hot liquid like burning fire. Virginia's buttocks slammed against him with equal force, trying at first to escape the cruel probing finger and now the jetting streams of heated cum that ricocheted around and around inside her dilating vagina, filling it to the bursting point and erupting out over on to her legs.

"No, no, God, no," she groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her throat, feeling Billy's massively jerking penis continuing its wild pulsation to completion, white hot spurts still spewing from its lust-swollen head and foaming out the fleshy pussy lips locked around the base of his cock, soaking the soft matted curls of her blonde pubic hair.

And then Billy collapsed forward. As she felt the weight of the kneeling man fall against her back, her battered young body gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body.

Virginia lay with her arms outstretched, dangling doll-like over Vito's legs. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with Billy's hot sticky cum. Then she felt him pull himself slowly off her defeated form, his cock sliding gradually and slipperily out of her ravaged vagina. Oh God, she sobbed out her shame and humiliation. And this wasn't even the end. There were the others!

"It's my turn now." Vito announced and pulled himself abruptly out from under her dangling arms. "Let me have a go at her."

"You ain't getting no turn, I already told you."

"Boys, boys! You just got to stop now. We're coming into the city," Pop pleaded from the driver's seat.

"I told you once, you ain't gonna touch her," Billy snorted and pushed Vito's ready form back against the front seat.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Vito snarled. "I got mine comin', and I'll get it before we're through with her."

And then all was quiet. Virginia lay shivering on the bottom of the truck, Billy's cum still trickling in tiny lewd rivulets down the crevice between her thighs, forming a dark wet circle on the floor of the truck. Her arms fell limply to the sides while the men dressed her, and then she sank back to the floor with Billy's hand again over her mouth, listening with renewed fear to the mens' rambling conversation.

"She's pretty, right?"

"Might as well enjoy the blondes, there'll be nothin' but brunettes south of the border where we're goin'."

"Unless we take this one along."

A soft laughter was heard in the truck, and Virginia's attention started with renewed desperation. Oh God, what next? What next?

"Yeah, but this one belongs to me, and she's gonna stay that way," Billy said, and Virginia's heart raced to her throat hopefully .. maybe she wouldn't be raped by them all. Subconsciously, she had already accepted her fate. Billy was her rapist, maybe he would be her protector as well.

Then she could feel the car turning off the highway onto a bumpy gravel road. It traveled only a short distance and then it stopped, coming to a halt on what felt like a smooth strip of pavement. The men piled out of the truck, dragging Virginia's exhausted body with them, and the captive female found herself standing on the concrete floor of what seemed to be the garage of a huge warehouse. Through the open door, the highway on which she had suffered her long tortuous journey was barely visible in the distance, stretching past the lights of a few scattered businesses in this run-down section at the outskirts of the city.

Unless she could get Billy to help, this was to be her ultimate fate, she thought, letting Vito and Lex lead her unresisting body towards a steep ramshackle staircase. Now she had not only been brutally raped, but it looked as though they meant to keep her for a good while before it was over. Why hadn't they just gotten it over with and left her battered and naked on the country road when they were through? It just didn't seem possible the way her already horrible situation kept getting worse and worse. Behind her, she heard Pop pulling the garage door shut with a loud slam that echoed like a thunder-clap of doom through the entire empty building. Holding her sandals in her hand, she trembled when the two men forced her up to the first step of the old rickety staircase. Ahead of her, Billy quickly led the way up to the next floor, and she couldn't help placing all her hopes on him keeping her somehow from the others, despite the brutal way he had just used her himself. The question was how long could he hold them off? They climbed higher and higher, and her fear and anguish increased with each reluctant step they made her take up the long, seemingly endless staircase.


The interior of the warehouse was a wreck of scattered cardboard boxes and piles of gunny sacks strewn from one side of the second story level of the building to the other. Virginia noticed a musty smell that gave away the fact that the building had been long in disuse. Most of the windows were shattered, and, even though it was still summer, it felt a bit cold.

The men forced her up still another stairway leading to some vacant rooms that looked like they once had served as the office headquarters to the building. Virginia slowed her pace as she entered the doorway, and Billy turned and pulled her in.

"Goddamn it's cold," Billy said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "I wish we had some way to build a fire here."

"It'll be daylight in a couple hours. The heat'll be on soon enough... when they find us gone," Lex quipped, and the others guffawed in knowing laughter.

"There's one quick way," Vito said, leering at Virginia. "Just get plugged up inside that little hot pussy, and you got electric heat."

"You get anything inside that, and you'll never get inside nothin' again. Not after the stunt you pulled in the truck," Billy reprimanded Vito, walking into a back room and switching on the light.

"Damn, Billy, what you think she is, exclusive territory or somethin'?" Vito shouted in Billy's direction.

Billy turned from the doorway of the next room and cast his gaze steadily on Vito. "Look, Vito, we got a job to do, and messing with the valuable property ain't gonna help none of us."

"What's so valuable about that?" Vito said, gesturing toward Virginia. "She's just another hot little piece of tail, as far as I can see."

"That piece of tail may make the difference between spending the rest of your life in the pig's pen, or living nice and easy on the outside."

"You call this nice and easy?" Vito retorted. "I'd take solitary before I'd stay in this dump for more than two days."

"Hold on, you guys," Lex intervened between the two men. "We gotta start thinkin' straight. Now Billy, when's the man comin'?"

Billy scratched his head and looked towards Lex and Pop sitting in broken down chairs on either side of Virginia. "We just sit here and wait. It should be soon from what I heard before we jumped the cage. That was a real smooth job. But remember, he can get us back in there as fast as we got out if we don't follow through with knockin' off the senator. We get plenty of loot for doin' it, so don't get all anxious, not yet anyway."

"That sounds real nice," Pop said, running his tongue across his lips in greedy anticipation. "We get the loot and just disappear."

"But politics is somethin' I don't fancy messin' with," Lex said, standing up from his chair. "They'll hang you fifty times for shootin' a senator, then fry your carcass in the chair."

"There are chances, but we been playing our cards right this far, and I say we make a go of it," Billy answered, asserting his authority once more.

He smiled at the three men in a superior manner as though he had mapped out the entire plan beforehand and had some information that he was withholding from the others. Virginia listened as he went on discussing the details of what now appeared to be an assassination plot. Her dazed mind was beginning to focus more clearly on what was going on around her, and she became more and more aware that this was no ordinary band of escaped criminals. Her own position as a hostage, and that surely was what she had become, was now was quite obvious. Her hopes of freedom fell into the knowledge that the men not only intended to use her an object on which to vent their long pent-up lust, but they would hold her in case something went wrong with their murderous plans.

"And what about the cunt over here?" Lex asked. "She could blow the whole thing if she gets loose."

"You let me take care of her," Billy said, a glint of self-satisfaction in his eye. "Like I said, she's a valuable piece of property, and she'll be treated as such. And like I say, she ain't gonna get loose."

"I don't like the idea of the little bitch maybe sneakin' out on us. The city's only a mile away, and she could have the whole goddamn FBI down on us before we had time to get the scratch and run outta here."

"Look, we're pros now, part o' the big time, and we gotta act like it," Billy said, raising up to his full height. "You get all shook about our girlfriend here runnin' loose and two to one you'll blow the big kill. This here senator is money, you gotta remember that."

"It's startin' to sound more like you don't even know who the fucking senator is! I always like to know whose head I'm puttin' a bullet into before I get itchy fingers," Vito spoke up, moving towards Billy.

"That's your big surprise. Not knowin' gives things a little more suspense, don't you think so, Honey?" Billy said, looking down at Virginia.

"I don't think I know what you're talking about," Virginia said, feeling the tears well up in her eyes once more.

"Now that's what I like to hear," Billy said. "You just be a nice little girl, and nothin'll happen to ya. Meanwhile you can start helpin' us clean up this dump. We got some food in the back room, and after you finish feather-dustin', you can fix us up some chow."

Virginia sat back, resting her head against the wall behind the chair. She tried to pull the ripped material of her t-shirt across the exposed pink nipples of her breasts, but this gesture seemed to bring more lewd stares from the men around her. The struggle in the car had left Virginia utterly shaken, and she now tried to cover her half-nakedness by pulling her legs tight around the long tear the men had made in her jeans and folding her arms across the lower part of her breasts and the whiteness of her bared stomach.

"I said we gotta get on with it," Billy repeated viciously, reaching down and grabbing Virginia by the arm. "I don't think you heard me right."

Virginia instinctively pulled away, feeling the hand increase its grip around the slightness of her wrist. Then Billy wrenched her up from the chair, sending her head spinning in another surge of anguished fear and humiliation as he swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of his hand down hard against her face.

Virginia stood and covered her tear-stained face with her hands.

"Look, we ain't just playin' at any of this," Billy said, standing back for a moment. "What we want is real sweet and simple. You start cleanin' up this old furniture and these mattresses and fixin' up the joint so that it looks nice and respectful for the gentleman comin' shortly. Now tell the boys you understand, like a good girl."

"Yes, I understand," she finally said quietly. She understood too well, she thought to herself, glancing fearfully across the room at Billy who stood under the overhanging light shining harshly over his fierce-looking face. Virginia was beginning to comprehend the laws that guided the band of desperate criminals. Their years of imprisonment had turned them into near-animals who worshipped the strength of the leader of the pack more than anything else. At the same time, like the snarling dogs they were, they challenged that strength and, as in Vito's case, would try to destroy the leader's prestige at any possible moment. She had become a pawn in their game, and the man who finally ended up possessing her would simply take over that position of power. Now it was Billy who ruled over her ultimate fate, but she knew that the outcome of the struggle that was developing would depend on how he dealt with their challenge to his authority.

"Now Honey, you look real sweet," Billy said sarcastically. "You get that pretty ass of yours moving into the next room, and maybe we'll give you a nice treat if you clean up good and proper."

"And don't forget the chow," Pop exclaimed from his chair. "It ain't enough just to have a maid, we gotta get some vittles in our guts if we's gonna make a good job of it tomorrow. Be real nice to have some home cookin' after ten years of penitentiary soup."

Virginia felt a strong wave of humiliation rush through her as the men laughed heartily at the old man's remarks. She was completely unaccustomed to being treated this way, and, despite her fear of any further struggle over her already violated body, she suppressed a rebellious feeling that increased as they assigned her the demeaning task of cleaning up the filthy, so-called apartment.

"All right, Lex," Billy said, thrusting his thumb towards Virginia. "You show the little lady what's got to be done."

Virginia followed Lex through the dimly lit doorway into an adjacent room. God, she had never seen such a slovenly mess in all her life! Piles of filthy mattresses were heaped below the tall warehouse windows, and pieces of broken furniture covered with mold and dust were scattered across the rotting linoleum floor. She thought she would become sick when she breathed in the stale odor coming from a pile of dirty dishes lying in the sink in a far corner of the room, but she didn't. It seemed as though her humiliation from the insults to her body and spirit had strengthened her somewhat. Perhaps she was already becoming accustomed to this animal world, she thought. It was possible that the law of jungle survival had been affecting her in ways her own civilized mind could only instinctively understand.

"First, get them mattresses nice and clean," Lex commanded, pointing towards the window. "We may need them later on if there's any trouble with the fuzz."

Virginia stooped over the mattresses and broken furniture, and with a rag he had flung to her, she began dusting them off. Although it was Lex commanding her, she felt Billy's unseen presence directed through Lex's forceful orders. There was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance she had put up at first. She had at least kept herself close to Billy, and as long as he retained his power she was relatively safe. Lex and Pop, and to some extent Vito, were under Billy's control, but if she aroused the leader's displeasure she would be thrown to them as the vestal virgins of ancient Rome had been thrown to dens of wild untamable lions.

"After that, them dishes in the sink need some washin'," he added with a certain sense of authority. "You don't want to get Billy mad, cause when he gets that way there ain't nobody can stop him."

Virginia nodded dully in assent and shrugging in resignation continued her task of cleaning up the mess. Lex had helped her pile the mattresses against the windows, and it occurred to her that the men were preparing for a possible gun battle when she observed the way the mattresses were arranged. They were piled up as though they had planned to use them as a shield against bullets that might be shot towards the windows from the vacant lot behind the warehouse.

The dishes were clean now, and she stood them up on a rack she had improvised on a table beside the sink. Lex had left the room to bring in some groceries from the truck, and she felt free to gather her thoughts for a moment. Her biggest problem had been believing that all this was really happening to her. The incredible nightmare had actually begun on the beach when she had seen Jennifer fondling the long hard penises of the two young men below the sand dune. The series of emotional shocks that had followed had fused in her mind into an agonizing blur of painful and humiliating thoughts and images, and now it seemed as though the horrible evening would never end. It must be almost early morning, she thought, yet the four men had shown no signs of retiring for the night.

Lex reentered the room and placed the bag of groceries beside the sink. "Billy says you're to get us some supper. And make it quick," he added with an authority of his own.

"There's nothing to cook on in here," Virginia said, surprising herself at the boldness of her statement.

"Them's all canned things," Lex retorted roughly. "We can eat cold for a couple days."

"What can I fix?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voice, feeling her fear returning as Lex stared at her cruelly. It was evident that she had angered Lex by speaking out so abruptly, and that was just what she had been trying not to do. She was intent on being as docile and unobtrusive as possible. She knew that everything she said to this man went directly back to Billy. She dared not alienate Billy completely or he might be forced to show his control over her by letting the others take advantage of her as he had done, and this was the last thing she wanted to happen; she would rather die than have them molest and prod her like that again.

"Open up them sardines and start fixin'," Lex shouted, interrupting her thoughts.

Virginia reached into the grocery bag and set a can of sardines and a loaf of bread onto the table. She was a bit surprised to find that the soreness between her legs was not as acute as she thought it might be, but as she bent over the table she felt a surge of pain come from inside her thighs and pulse upward into her groin. Yes, the tenderness was still there, and she couldn't escape the fact that she had been ravished and her cherished virginity had been stolen from her forever. The assault Vito had subjected her to with his fingers had accomplished this, and now she hoped beyond hope that she could escape any further violation of her body from this group of escaped convicts.

Virginia tried to shake the memory of the dreadful incident from her mind, but she couldn't. It just didn't seem possible that all of this could have happened to her in such a short, unexpected, period of time and yet she recalled now that there had been a rash of kidnappings and political assassinations recently that had caught the attention of the press and the entire nation. She remembered with bitter irony that she had once believed that such a thing could never happen to her and that her world was safe and secure, just as millions of other Americans had probably believed about their own lives. But why had these men treated her as they did? This was the unwritten account of what probably happened in dozens of such incidents. The poor victims, fearful of the horrible stigma that would go with them the rest of their lives, had refused to tell the real stories of rape and ravishment that lay behind their abductors' political purposes.

Virginia was still uncertain of what exactly had gone on in the truck only a few hours before. The bitter details were a confused jumble in her mind as she had been in a state of complete shock since the escapees had first grabbed her. Yet one thing was crystal clear to her. Her sister had betrayed an important trust by behaving as she had on the beach, and in some barely comprehensible manner Jennifer was responsible for her being here at the mercy of Billy and his fellow intriguers.

"Man, I'm starving to death, where the hell's the food," Billy's voice rang out from the next room, interrupting Virginia's thoughts.

"She can't go no faster than she is," Lex answered, looking over at Virginia who was placing the sardines on slices of white bread. Lex's voice had a note of irritation in it, and Virginia hoped that this did not signal the beginning of a conflict between the two men. Lex had patiently watched as she prepared the sandwiches and was now making a salad, but she knew that this apparent gentleness would turn into violent passion if he were provoked. She was aware of her breasts hanging out from the tear in her tee shirt, and she could feel the cool air rush against her leg from where they had ripped open the leg of her jeans up to her crotch, exposing one softly-rounded cheek of her buttocks. She tried vainly to conceal herself by pulling her legs close together and keeping one arm pressed next to her half-bared breast, but she couldn't. If Lex would just keep his eyes off her she would be able to work much faster, but as it was she felt his gaze pass over every soft curve and lewdly exposed crevice of her body, and she twisted uneasily as she sensed his eyes glued more tightly to the smooth white firmness of her buttocks.

"You're one of the most appetizing cooks I ever seen," Lex joked salaciously. "But you are also one of the goddamn slowest."

"The food's ready now," she said weakly, turning with one plate piled high with salad and another with sandwiches.

"Chow's ready," he shouted towards the next room, without taking his eyes from her voluptuous young body.

"Then bring it in here," Billy laughed. "Pop looks so hungry he might eat me up."

Virginia followed Lex into the next room and set the plates down on the floor in front of Billy who lay back on the mattress looking at her with an amused expression.

"Goddamn, girl, I ain't gonna eat off no floor," Billy growled in irritation. "You go and get a table or somethin', so we can eat like civilized human beings."

Virginia returned to the kitchen and pulled the table from beside the sink into the makeshift living room. Then she set the plates on the table top, watching Billy all the while to see if he was still displeased.

"Now that's more like it. Them there sandwiches look mighty good. And what we got here, a nice little salad," Billy said, a note of viciousness in his voice. "Dig in boys, we's gonna need all the nourishment we can get."

Virginia stood back by the door and watched as the four men gathered around the table and began to eat. It was the first time she really had an opportunity to see all of them clearly, as she had tried to avert her gaze from them while they had attacked her in the truck, and when they had entered the warehouse she had been too filled with shame to look them in the face. Now she could see them clearly under the strong glare of the overhanging light, and a sharp stab of fear cut like a knife through her stomach. Their faces were drawn in what she suddenly realized was a prison pallor and their expressions, as they ate, were those of desperate animals who seemed to fear that the food that had been set in front of them might be quickly removed.

Lex was the nearest of the four men; he appeared to be in his middle thirties, a few years older than Billy, but quite a bit younger than Pop. He was slightly balding with shortly cropped blond hair that was graying at the temples. As he bent over his food he displayed a kind of brute strength that was emphasized by his huge forearms and a thick neck that bulged out from a large muscular chest. He reminded Virginia of some dock workers she had seen on the Tampa waterfront earlier that summer. They were a tough vicious breed and she had heard that when they became drunk they frequently got into fights that often ended fatally.

Pop, who had been driving the truck when they abducted her, was a heavy set middle-aged man with rough looking skin and bulging red eyes. Of the four men he appeared the most inhuman and depraved. Years of prison confinement had transformed his every movement into a gesture of animal cunning that Virginia could sense now as he shifted his eyes from his plate of food to her body. There was an innate cold cruelty in Pop's eyes that she couldn't really explain, but she knew that his easy-going attitude was just a front hiding a bestial inner-self that needed only a nod from Billy to be released. Pop had been trained to obey the commands of any one man, but at the same time he seemed to harbor a deep resentment against that authority. Like an old dog who had stored up years of hate against an unjust master, he only waited for a moment of faltering when he might spring and destroy...

Billy was a tall, sandy-haired young man who carried himself with an arrogant confidence befitting his position as gang chief. He had well formed features and a square strong looking chin that revealed a strong willed character that Virginia had already learned to fear and respect. His arms were large and well muscled and sloped down to powerful hands that Virginia remembered had held her so brutally in the car. She winced when she recalled the movement of his wrenching fingers across her buttocks: she could still feel the painful marks he had made on her sides as he had plunged into her and ravished her so viciously. Although Billy was quite handsome in an obscene animal like way, there was something about him that repulsed her. He was colder and more aloof than the other men, and he seemed to lack a warmth of feeling that could lead him to commit acts of violence without having a second thought about it.

Vito, on the other hand, was bony and skinny with a shock of black greasy hair falling across his forehead. A long scar was slashed across his cheek that emphasized the paleness of his face and brought out the shiftiness of his character. If Pop appeared to be the most inhuman and depraved of the group of criminals, Vito was the most conniving and jealous. His dark darting eyes and his constantly tensed thin mouth suggested the born criminal personality who would have entered the world of crime even if the circumstances of his life had not sent him in that direction.

Earlier Virginia had feared an inevitable clash between Vito and Billy over leadership of the gang, and now as she watched the two men finish their sandwiches, she knew her fears had not been unjustified. Although they were completely opposite physically and mentally, both men had the driving desire to dominate and master the weaker human beings who crossed their path.

"Hey, little girl, what you lookin' at," Billy said, staring up at her from his empty plate. "Get into that kitchen and make us some more sandwiches."

Virginia darted back into the next room and began looking for some more food to fix the four voraciously hungry men. The sardines were all gone, but she found some cold cuts in the bottom of the grocery sack and quickly placed the slabs of meat on slices of bread and returned to the living room to set the full plate on the table.

The men dug into the sandwiches again and continued consuming their food in silence. As they ate they cast their gaze up from the table to her face and then dropped their eyes slowly in a lewd movement down to her half-exposed breasts and legs. There could be no doubt about what they were thinking about, and she kept her eyes on Billy as she cowered back from the table.

He was her only hope now, and as much as she was afraid of him, she feared the others more. She had been forced into a dilemma where she had to choose from one of four evils, and she truly felt that he would be her best bet if she hoped to survive the next few days without suffering a fate far worse than losing her virginity. Yes, she had come a long way from the innocent young thing she had been a few short hours before. She had believed in the absolute preciousness of her female dignity, and had thought the preservation of that purity should be striven for at all costs. But now she realized there were far greater indignities to be suffered; humiliations that in her virginal innocence she had never even thought of, never in her wildest dreams. So she, as though she were living in some primitive, war-like tribe, was forced to choose Billy as the strongest of the group for mere survival sake, and she hoped ultimately she would be accepted by him. But she wasn't too sure.

Billy's actions were confusing. His strong assertive confidence appeared almost businesslike at times, and watching him eating now, she noticed that he didn't seem as concerned or even aware of her presence as the others. She was just there, a mere object to be toyed with at will; yet he knew she was his by virtue of his leadership of the gang.

"That was real good," Pop said, licking his lips in satisfaction. "I could use a couple shots to polish it all off."

"That sounds like a great idea, Pop," Billy said, yawning and stretching backwards on his chair. "Now you trot your sweet little ass into the kitchen, Honey, and get a bottle of booze for us fellas."

Virginia went into the kitchen and found a bottle of whiskey wrapped in a paper sack at the bottom of the grocery bag. She brought the bottle back with some glasses and watched silently by his side as he poured a drink out for all of them.

"You only brought four glasses," Billy said, winking up at her. "We want five. You gonna drink with us, don't you understand?"

Virginia winced and began to turn back to the kitchen. "Here, save yourself some trouble, Baby, and drink out of mine," Billy said, a note of disarming tenderness in his voice.

He poured his glass completely full and handed it to Virginia, who in an unconscious gesture of revulsion pushed the glass away from her face.

"Goddamn it, I said drink it you little bitch," he commanded, smiling broadly at the three men who sat with their eyes glued on Virginia.

The young girl slowly moved the glass of amber colored liquid toward her lips. It smelled bitter and strong, and she flinched involuntarily as she took a small sip and felt the hot liquid burn all the way down. This was the first time she had drank any liquor straight, and she felt momentarily sick as the whiskey began burning the walls of her stomach. She choked as Billy thrust his hand around her wrist and forced her to drink the rest in one gulp.

"Damn, she drunk all of that stuff," Vito laughed. "She's a regular pro at it."

"She's comin' along real well," Billy smiled. "And with me teachin' her the ropes she'll be a professional in no time."

"We's gonna get some of that too, ain't we, Billy?" Pop gloated. "We can't just sit here and watch. I mean, hell, I ain't had no woman for nearly fifteen years."

"Ya waited that long, another couple weeks ain't gonna hurt ya," Billy laughed.

"But that ain't fair, Chief. She's just as much ours as your own," Lex shouted. "We's the ones who helped you grab her up off that beach road. I say she's everybody's property."

"I say she's mine," Billy said sternly, rising up to his full height. "Anybody messes with this little pussy, and he's gotta answer to me. Remember, she's here because we need a hostage, not to knock off a piece of ass whenever we feel like it."

"Look, Billy," Vito said, speaking up for the first time in awhile. "You already fucked the stuck-up little bitch. You can't change the facts."

Virginia listened in astonishment at the vile exchange of words, pulling instinctively closer to Billy as the argument continued. She knew that her fate would be sealed with the outcome of the discussion, and she hoped somehow that Billy would be able to keep the three men off her.

"The facts are plain and simple," Billy answered. "But if you'd like to take a little look-see at the merchandise you're welcome a quick glance, with no touchin' that is."

Billy reached for Virginia's arm and pulled her violently toward the group of men. Virginia could feel the palm of his hand tighten around her wrist, then she sensed his fingers loosen slowly, as though he was intending to show his power to the men but did not want to hurt her. She let herself go weak under the strong pressure of the man's hand and found herself being pulled down toward the mattress.

"Now just look," Billy said, grasping her chin firmly in one hand while he still held her wrist strongly within his other fist. "Ain't she a sweet cunt? She's a real wonder."

Then in one swift movement Billy's hand reached down and ripped open the flimsy material of her tee shirt completely, throwing the tattered cloth onto the floor. Virginia fell backward for a moment in surprise, suddenly feeling the nakedness of the upper part of her body and trying to cover the exposed pink fleshed nipples of her large full breasts.

"Now you take a look at that boys," she heard his voice hiss. "That's what I call a real damn hostage, what dya think, Pop?"

"Jeez, look at them goddamn titties," the old man exclaimed, lurching forward from his chair.

"Now hold on, boys. You just keep your hands off them pretty knockers, cause I got somethin' better to show you."

Virginia pulled away again, rising and trying vainly to escape her final exposure to the lewdly staring criminals seated before her, then she felt Billy's hand reach under the tightly clasping waist band of her jeans, and she heard and sensed the thick denim rip and slide down over the voluptuous young curves of her hips. The jeans fell in a useless pile to the floor and now she was standing naked and completely defenseless before them. She felt the cool air rush around the blonde silken treasure lying up between her thighs, and she clenched her legs, futilely trying to hide herself from their obscene glances.

"Now just walk around a bit," Billy commanded harshly. "I want the fellas to see what ya got that they can't get. But be nice about it, they been without it a bit too long."

Virginia shuddered and drew back from them, trying to bring herself to run to the door of the kitchen but somehow she was frozen in her tracks with a fear that increased as she watched the three men slowly rise from the mattress. Virginia pulled close to Billy and looked up into his cold expressionless face for some reassurance, but it didn't come. The men were coming closer now and she found herself trembling as the lewdly fascinated group shambled forward, the obscene glare of their vision clamped vise-like on her nakedly shivering young body.

Billy had done nothing to ward the three men off. He just sat impassively in his chair while they began their lust-incited appraisal of each curve and soft dimple of her body, gaping with unadulterated admiration and animal-like lust at her luscious fullness of her breasts and the soft-downed blush of sparse blonde pubic hair curling between her legs.

"Jesus Christ," Lex breathed, almost in a groan. "That is really something."

Vito stood only a few inches from her, his beady eyes glazed over with a film of lust and his tensed mouth working spasmodically. It was all he could do to keep from rushing the young girl again, and he seemed to struggle to avoid raising his arm to fondle her softness in his hand. Vito knew that this would be fatal, as Billy still had claim to her as gang leader, but he would wait until the opportune moment, if that moment ever came, and then he would vent all of his hate and passion and would show Billy and the other men just what kind of a man he was.

"There ain't no reason you got to hold us off like this, Billy," Pop said, rubbing the palms of his rough fat hairy hands together, as his eyes followed the smooth contours of her body from the lust curve of her ripe upthrust breasts to the smooth fleshy contours of her hips and thighs.

Billy stood up from his chair, exulting in his power to tantalize the other men with this young captive who was his and his alone. His strength seemed to know no bounds, and his arrogant authority shone through his bright blue eyes that seemed to revel in the control he held over her and the others. Slowly the imprint of a contemptuous smile began to curl over his lips.

"Now I know you fellas need a little pussy, and I sympathize," he said, smirking viciously at the men. "And I plan to make it so you can have the chance to get her fair and square."

"That's what we been talking about ever since she was brought in here," Lex exclaimed, covetously running his eyes down the long smooth arc of Virginia's hips to the long curve of her tanned perfectly formed legs.

"Then, what I suggest is a gentlemanly game a' craps," Billy smiled. "I win, and you gotta pay me from the loot we get after the job, but if I lose then she's all yours."

"You know that ain't fair, Billy," Pop said, raising his voice in weak protestation. "Everybody knows you're a champ at craps."

"You play the game if you like the idea. Remember it's you three against me. All I do is roll the dice; you all call my bets." Billy laughed, and poured the glass Virginia was holding half-full with whiskey again.

Virginia pulled the whiskey glass up to her lips and took a long deep sip. She just couldn't believe what was going on around her! Here she was about to be used as stakes in a dice game, and she had absolutely nothing to say about it! The thought of being gambled for as though she was some kind of slave girl in an Arab market place sent strong spasms of revulsion through her stomach. There was no turning back now, and she could only pray to the gods of chance that Billy would be lucky or conniving enough to retain his power and control over her.

"I can't take it," she mumbled, almost incoherently to Billy. "Wh... what is going to happen to me?"

"You just keep your little ass quiet and everything will turn out just fine, Honey," Billy said, his voice sounding slightly irritated with her.

Virginia sat back and sipped nervously from the glass of whiskey, feeling the clammy tingle of self-degradation and fear creep over her again. She was almost at the point where she would beg, grovel, or do anything possible to escape from the three men; but some final vestiges of pride remained. Although she knew that total subservience to Billy was her only choice at this point, she vowed to herself that at the moment when either of the two evils was forced upon her, she would at least have some remaining sense of her female dignity still intact.

"All right," Lex shouted, full of expectant excitement now. "I'm ready. But what do we use as money until the loot gets here?"

"Just take some pieces of paper and rip 'em up and we'll use 'em as stakes for the time bein'," Billy answered, picking up a piece of newspaper from the floor. He tore long even shreds of the paper and placed them on the top of the table, one pile in front of each of the escaped convicts who counted their share as though it were real money.

"And if we win, we get to do what we like with her, is that right?" Lex asked, gazing at Billy with a pleading look in his eyes.

"That's absolutely kerrect!" Billy asserted. "Just gimme the bones, and we can begin."

Pop reached in his pocket and brought out a pair of worn-looking dice and placed them in Billy's outstretched hand. Billy dropped the cubes on the table several times, then seized them and threw them back into Pop's face.

"Goddamn, Pop, you sneaky old bastard," Billy shouted contemptuously at the old man. "Snake eyes every time. You guys got any dice that ain't fixed?"

Lex tossed a pair of his own on the table, and Billy shuffled them around a few times, finally satisfied that they were good.

"I get the idea that I'm in on this, Billy," Vito's jackal-like voice suddenly sounded out. "I can get some of it too, can't I?"

Billy looked up, obviously gloating in his self-assurance and the sense of power that he held over the thin-lipped young man who was practically begging in front of him.

"You get a slice of the cake, of course you do, Vito," Billy said slyly. "But it ain't gonna be anything important. You just might do a little eating, understand?"

Vito slunk back from the table, a cruel hurt look apparent in his dark eyes. Virginia watched him carefully out of the side of her vision, fearing that Billy might provoke him beyond the point where Vito could take any more of the gang leader's vicious jibes. It was obvious that Billy was glorying in the salacious glances the others were casting at her nakedly white body, and it seemed as though he wanted to extend his domination over them as far as he could under the opportune circumstances.

While the men rose and went to the opposite side of the room, Virginia began clearing away the table. She watched for a moment as they bent a few feet from the wall, and she took the dishes into the kitchen. After she had set the dishes in the sink and returned to the living room, Billy made her drink from another glass of the whiskey. She had now consumed nearly three glasses of the strong-tasting liquid, and although it made her feel somewhat light-headed, it was preferable to the horrible fainting feeling she experienced when they looked at her so obscenely. She needed something to shield herself from the shocks that had been assaulting her mind and body all evening, and though she usually found drinking distasteful she now welcomed each additional glass of the warm liquid he made her take.

The craps game was going at a slow pace. Virginia didn't quite understand the rules they were following for tossing the dice, but she could see by Billy's worried expression that things were not proceeding as he had planned. He would toss the dice against the wall, and it appeared that the three men would bet on the number of dots that came up. She noticed several times that when both dice came up with two dots face up on each cube the men would scream out "snake eyes" which seemed to mean that Billy had lost that particular toss. But when Billy tossed the next time and came up after the first throw with a combination of seven or eleven as a total number, the men looked disappointed. However, this did not happen often. Usually seven came up after the initial throw, and Billy would curse and snarl at the dice almost as though they were alive.

Lex knelt on the floor and watched Billy toss the dice. He smiled exultantly as his leader's losses piled up. Lex was not only slowly whittling more and more of Billy's money away from him, but was betting the other two men on what numbers might come up... and he seemed to be winning there besides.

After two and a half hours of intense play Vito rose, and growling something incoherently, he threw the remainder of his stakes on the floor in disgust. Virginia breathed a sigh of relief at this turn of events. At least she needn't be bothered with Vito any more this evening; yet the game between Lex and Billy, with Pop still betting, was growing close and more intense.

Each throw of the dice seemed to send up those glittering snake eyes that took on a more evil quality as Virginia tried to concentrate her will on making Billy's luck run better. But it was impossible. Billy was now drinking heavily, even though Virginia tried to down most of the liquor in the glass he had poured for himself, and Pop and Lex seemed to sense his growing impatience, and they played it for all it was worth. At one point, Virginia got up with the liquor bottle tucked in hand, intending to go into the kitchen and secretively dilute the whiskey with water. Lex's watchful eye caught her as she was about to disappear into the next room, and silently she turned around and seated herself again at the table. The game went on. Billy drunkenly pushed his glass next to the bottle, bidding her to refill it, and with a growing sense of anguished helplessness, Virginia obeyed his command.

The shapes of tables and chairs and dice throwers was growing quite hazy, and Virginia had difficulty focusing on the movement of the players crouched down on the floor in front of her. If she could have her way she would drink the whole bottle of whiskey in order to send herself into complete unconsciousness, but the truth was she couldn't. The men had carefully kept their eyes on the bottle knowing full well what her intentions had been. They were not going to let her get away with blotting out their actions from her mind if they got hold of her, and at this point it looked like they just might succeed in winning her away from Billy. Now she had become nothing more than an exalted pawn in a dice game that had turned into a play for power among four desperately gambling escaped convicts whose main purpose in life had been and still was to dominate and destroy every defenseless being that came within their grasp.

Virginia leaned back in her chair and took another long sip at the glass of whiskey, almost forgetting her own nakedness as she concentrated on the game going on before her. But now as the dice continually came up craps, snake eyes or box cars for Billy's first throws and sevens after he had established a point, and as Lex gathered in more and more slips of paper she became aware of her nakedly defenseless flesh open to all four men's view.

"You about to call me on this one, huh," Bill said coldly. "Well, just try it." His expression changed as Lex immediately covered his bet.

Vito and Pop who both were now out of the game shuffled forward to see what would happen next, and Lex sat silently watching as Billy's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the dice for a final throw.

"We'll make a break in the game," Lex said, hardly able to conceal his glee. "I say you're about to crap out on this throw." He pushed a bundle of paper slips toward the center. "Crap out and I get the girl. Don't crap out and you win enough to play a little longer."

"Man, you got some kinda nerve to be pushing like that," Billy said, seeming to regain his confidence.

"I got all kinds of nerve," Lex said shortly. "Luck's with me tonight, you can see that plain as daylight."

Lex stood up confidently from the floor and passed his eyes from Billy's hand to Virginia's smoothly curved body that stood defensively close to Billy. He smiled expectantly as he surveyed every inch of her voluptuously tensed young figure that seemed to be unaware of its own provocative nakedness, then he glanced back at Billy who was still shaking the dice in his cupped hands. "Man, get a move on, I think I got a little appointment with a lovely lady over here."

Billy shifted his weight, looking back at Vito and the other two men who faced him with anticipation, their leers of expectant triumph dissolving as he regained his arrogant confidence momentarily; but as he turned back to face the wall, they broke into knowing smiles again. "Here goes your ass, Lex," Billy hissed and tossed the dice sharply against the wall.

"Goddamn!" the chorus of voices went up in unison as the dice turned up with Lex's predicted craps glaring directly into Billy's face.

Silence reigned in the room for several interminable seconds as Pop, Billy and Vito looked worshipfully down at the dice which had conformed to Lex's incredible prediction. Then Lex slowly rose up, and took a deep gulp as though he had crossed some important threshold in his life and there was no turning back.

"Jeezus, would you look at that," he said in a deep throaty voice. "This little old piece of ass is gonna get it tonight! Yes sirree, Lex is gonna give it to her good, and, fellas, you're gonna watch this stuck up little prissy enjoy it like nothin' she ever had before."

"It don't mean a shit to me," Billy lied, rising from the crouch he had been kneeling in for the past three hours. "It just means somethin' off my back. But, you take it easy on her. Remember, we wanna let her outta here, so she looks like we didn't do nothin' to her."

"Look here, part of the deal was I get to do anything I like, ain't that so, Pop?"

"He's absolutely right, Billy. You can't go back on nothin' you already said," the old man reminded, grinning from ear to ear. "As a matter of fact, I gotta make up for some lost time myself, fifteen years to be exact."

Billy began moving towards the three men, his face grimacing in anger and his fists clenched in a combative position, but halfway across the floor, he threw his hands up in the air in resignation. There was nothing he wanted less to do than stir the men up to the point where he could control them no longer. They had gotten to where they had really begun to enjoy the challenge they had presented to him, and there was no use risking his position as gang chief on something as foolish as a cunt, no matter how young and voluptuous she might be.

"Hey, Baby, don't look so damn shook up, you're gonna like this, much better than you ever liked anything before, don't you understand that?" Lex said, his harsh Florida accent cutting through the silence. "But first you gotta get us a little warmed up, if ya know what I mean."

Virginia stood open-mouthed before the men, still standing close to Billy where she had frozen when the final dice had been tossed, but moved forward when Billy dug his elbow into her side in a gesture of rejection.

"Listen, Honey, you pour us some more whiskey," Lex continued. "There's another full bottle in the kitchen."

Virginia moved quickly toward the kitchen, feeling the harsh glare of Lex's eyes burning through her back as she withdrew from her position of protection close to Billy. Her naked thighs and round smooth buttocks swaying unintentionally as she turned to the door brought out a deep groaning sigh from the men that resounded lewdly through the room, and Virginia felt a cold sensation of fear shoot through her spine just as she approached the kitchen sink.

"Man, oooowwweee! Look at them asscheeks swing. Am I gonna get my rocks off on that sweet lil piece of pussy tonight," Lex said vulgarly.

Virginia found another full whiskey bottle beneath the sink and she immediately opened it and drew it to her lips, taking long deep gulps without stopping. Another rush of fear scurried over the paleness of her skin, but was gradually replaced by a lightheadedness induced by the whiskey she had just taken. She tried to focus her mind on ways to escape from the next attack on her humiliated body from Lex, but no solution came. She just couldn't stand the idea of the stocky, vicious looking criminal running his hands over her naked body and skewering his penis into her, especially as she recalled how she had been treated in the back of the truck, yet she saw no way out. She might drink the entire bottle of whiskey, which would be a slow way of committing suicide, yet she knew she would become sick before she finished half of it. Getting sick would be a good way out, and she anticipated a nauseous feeling as she gulped from the bottle again, but it didn't come. She was lost. Bob probably had assumed she had walked home from the beach party after their argument and her mother had gone to sleep hours ago, and wouldn't miss her until sometime this morning. Her mother would think she had stayed the night at a friend's house, and by the time she discovered something was wrong it would be too late...

The naked young girl raised the bottle to her lips again and drank as much of it in one swallow as she could get down. Tingling sensations began to sweep over her even as the liquor was still settling in her stomach, and she knew she was approaching a state of numbness that was deadening her senses somewhat. Suddenly she felt a dizziness race through her head and sensed her legs begin wobbling beneath her, and she clung to the side of the sink in order to support herself. If she could only get drunk enough to make herself completely repulsive to these men, if only she was just a bit less desirable than she appeared to be; a thousand ifs raced through her reeling brain, but she knew deep in her heart that there was nothing now that could save her from the horrible fate that awaited her. In a moment Lex would be on her, venting all his brutality and lust just as Billy had done in the truck only a few hours before. But the difference now was that she had time to understand what the vile purpose of this rapacious band of criminals was. Before, the wrench and squirm of bodies above and below her had been a mere flicker of images that seemed to have jumped out of an insane pornographic movie; but now, even in her numbed, half-intoxicated state she was fully conscious of what they wanted to do to her.

She reached for the bottle of whiskey again, but before she had a chance to bring it to her lips, she felt Lex's strong hard grasp on her arm as he pulled it violently downward.

"Looka here, Honey," his voice boomed coarsely throughout the kitchen. "I ain't waitin' for no dead drunk chicken lyin' under me, ya got me?"

Virginia lowered her head in a gesture of complete resignation before him, then nodded slightly in dumb agreement, watching as he loosened his vise-like grip from her hand. Struggling now would be of absolutely no use, she knew, as they seemed to derive some sort of perverse joy in watching her attempt to resist their brutal advances. It would only make matters worse if she demonstrated any will to escape, but she would wait for that impossible moment and take immediate advantage of it if it ever came.

Lex picked up the bottle from the sink and walked in front of her into the living room. "Ain't ya comin' honey, or do I gotta do some persuading?" he said, peering back through the door at her nakedness.

Virginia meekly followed him to the table, her head bent in submission as she approached the three lewdly staring men who hunched up in their chairs beneath the harsh glow of the overhanging light. Lex made a strong movement of his hand toward the bottle of whiskey, and commanded her to pour the three glasses full; then she noticed that Billy was no longer drinking, in fact he seemed hardly aware of what was going on around him, as he slumped down in his chair with a blank cast to his dulled eyes that focused onto the floor. Suddenly Virginia felt the renewed effects of the liquor race throbbingly through her brain. She poured Lex's drink with trembling hands, trying with all her concentration not to spill the whiskey.

"Hey, this bottle is almost gone," Lex spoke out. "You run into the kitchen like a good little girl and get old Lex and these boys another one, huh?"

Feeling momentarily reprieved, Virginia slipped back into the kitchen and found another full liquor bottle beneath the sink. She waited for a moment, hoping Lex wouldn't appear again, then opened the bottle and pushed it toward her lips. God, she would need more of this, she really needed to get absolutely drunk! But her shock was so great that the whiskey seemed to have no effect on her, except for that momentary unsteadiness she had felt in the living room.

She looked down at the fullness of her breasts that curved out smoothly from her warm body and noticed a small rivulet of perspiration trickling between the swelling white mounds. God, it was getting hot! When they had entered the warehouse it had seemed almost cold, but now the closeness of the summer night seemed to wrap her in its warm humid shroud; and she found her breath coming in small desperate gasps, as though she were choking on the very thickness of the room's suffocating atmosphere.

"Let's have some of that whiskey, and make it quick!" Lex shouted in obvious irritation from the next room.

Now her violation was about to begin, and all she could do was attempt to bear her humiliation and the indignities that would follow with as much strength and fortitude as was possible under the incredible circumstances.

She shuddered in horrified anticipation of Lex's thick callused hands coursing over her tender body, and when she turned towards the living room an image of beastly mouths and contorted arms and legs and faces raced through her mind. There was nothing she could do now; there was nothing in all the world to help her but her own will power and courage. She was completely alone.


"Now look at that," Lex snorted brutally as Virginia approached, trying to conceal the sensuous sway of her buttocks. "Just move up here a little closer, so's I can get a feel of that sweet little pussy of yours."

Virginia automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and began stroking the resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her tautly rounded belly.

"Goddamn, bitch, stand still," he snarled unhappily. "I just want to touch it." The vicious immediacy of his voice stilled her trembling as though she had been wrapped in a hypnotic daze by the harsh sound of his command. Her face flushed at the indignity of being pawed as she stood nakedly there unable to move with his strong callused fingers coursing around the secret parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear the snickers of Vito and Pop around her begin to build into pants of lusty anticipation as they watched Lex continue the tormenting movement of his fingers and hands taking indecent liberties with her ripe young body, and she began to groan softly in shame and humiliation as she felt the tip of his outstretched middle finger circle down the moist base of her pubic mound and push itself into the fleshy-layered lips surrounding her vagina. Her innermost parts still contained a warm moistness which had lingered from Billy's sperm when he had ravished her in the truck some hours ago, and she could tell Lex was becoming more and more excited as his hot breath grazed against the smoothness of her nakedly trembling belly in lusty anticipation of what he would do to her next.

"You know, boys, I think she's getting a little hot already," Lex murmured as he continued massaging his finger up and down the smooth slippery length of the narrow hair-lined slit. "Man, this is going to be nice, real nice. I'm gonna push this here cock up her little cunt till it comes outta the sweet lil bitch's mouth. And ya know what, I think she's gonna like the taste of it!"

Virginia felt her head begin to spin until she thought she would lose consciousness completely. But fate was not so kind to her, and her vision refocused again as the blood rose to her head. Lex moved his extended finger deeper into the moistly clasping folds of her cunt. Pop and Vito began to move closer to her groaning figure, and she noticed that their expressions were changing from amused fun to slow smoldering desire.

Billy was no longer of any assistance to Virginia, slumped over the table as he was with a look of resigned indifference on his face. After all, what could he do? There was no question of protesting, as he had been the one to suggest the dice game, and he must accept his defeat or suffer an uprising of the whole gang against him. He knew the sexual frenzy Lex was building up to would erupt into a volcano of rape, and he fought against the temptation to rise up and utterly destroy Lex with bloody blows from his tight-clenched fist. But he couldn't. He had no particular affection for the girl; yet he knew that if the men used her to the extent that he anticipated, their lust would leave her in a state of hysterical shock that would have terrible repercussions after they released her. With these thoughts bringing on a more sullen mood, the gang leader rose and headed silently for a room at the end of the dimly lit corridor where he intended to try to get some sleep.

Lex didn't say anything until Billy had left the room, then he let his glance fall back to Virginia still nakedly standing by his chair. He rose slowly, and in a sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her back to the chair until she was forced to sit on the arm and part her legs out to the sides to maintain her balance. Pop and Vito, as if by signal, jumped up from where they were sitting and moved closer to the chair so they could see the terrified girl's delicately spread young pussy lips. Vito's eyes flickered with cruel, undisguised delight as they bored into the softly wet slit so open to his view, gleaming pinkly in the harsh light.

"Lex, man, you just got to let me fuck her! It's only fair! Billy'll never know the difference," Vito hissed in a low demanding voice.

"Once we get the bitch hot enough. I don't suppose Billy'll mind, when she begs you for it," Lex chuckled, all his rapt attention focused on the soft hair-lined folds of her vagina just inches away from him. "Make yourself comfortable, bitch. Let the legs go, ya know?"

"No, no," Virginia muttered with downcast eyes, struggling to get up from the chair.

"You'll do what I say and when I say it, ya hear me!" he shouted threateningly and reached out, yanking her roughly by the wrist back to her original position on the arm of his chair.

Lex's eyes danced with lewd amusement at the image of Virginia's ripe firm breasts quivering in the air from their struggle. He reached up with an almost overwhelming feeling of lewd power to the lusciously rounded mounds, tweaking teasingly at the pink-aureoled tips in a harsh mocking movement.

Virginia whimpered helplessly with shame and humiliation as Lex's hand continued to pull on her nakedly exposed breasts. Then he wet his finger with his own saliva and raced it around the coral nipple until the helpless little bud stiffened. She couldn't believe it! This repulsive band of criminals had just assumed that they could force her to enjoy their lewd proddings and pokings at her defenseless body. Well, they would see soon enough that she had more than enough will power and determination to resist the likes of them.

"Let your legs go, I said," he commanded harshly.

"No, no, please," Virginia whimpered in rebellion.

"All right, you stuck-up bitch. I'm fed up!" Lex grunted in anger and frustration at the stubbornness of the girl. "Get on down here in my lap. Now!"

He lurched forward and yanked her down into his lap so hard that the chair smacked against the wall. Virginia's back dropped against his chest, her nude asscheeks squirming down his thighs and her legs falling apart to their limits. Across the room, Vito and Pop gasped at the sudden full view of her widespread crotch, the tiny bud of her pinkly quivering clit straining up like a glistening chili bean. Virginia struggled desperately and found herself sliding down Lex's upthrust legs to an even more obscene position with her legs wrenched painfully behind her on the floor. She felt him drag her roughly by her shoulders back up into his lap almost with relief.

"It looks like I'm going to have to stop playing with you," Virginia heard Lex's voice grunt sharply. Without warning, he dug his thumbs painfully into her shoulder blades. She groaned and her shoulders curled backwards, her white curvaceous front nakedly arching out like a bow away from him. Her breasts swung loose and quivering below him, and her arms flung out from her sides in tensed anguish, her fingers stiffened at the ends of them.

"How do you like this?" Lex muttered, wrenching her shoulders back with his thumbs, causing her head to jerk back against the top of his shoulders and her long, silken hair to cascade down his back.

"Please, please let me go," she groaned against the excruciating pain in her arched back. It felt as though his cruelly probing fingers were going to split through her back until they came out the front.

"Do you want me to break your back?" he demanded, sinking his nails deeper in her flesh and giving a harder tug.

"No, noooo," Virginia sobbed under the excruciating pain.

Virginia's shoulders suddenly slung forward when the viciously digging fingers released her, her contorted anguished face falling to her heaving chest. She crumpled into the man's lap, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing, looking for all the world like a little girl that had just been punished by an angry parent.

Lex traced his fingers over the deep white ridges his deeply boring thumbs had left in her back, and then began massaging his palms coarsely over her back as though to reward her for her momentary obedience. A self-satisfied grin played over his face, and his hot eyes gleamed evilly. He chuckled cruelly as he watched her cringe under his questing fingers that stroked up the small bumps of her spine and curved, palms open, over her wide creamy shoulders, bringing involuntary goose-bumps over the smooth flesh. Pop and Vito were like animals moving in to be close at the kill as they came closer, their mouths hanging open in undisguised lust at the image of the naked young body quivering defenselessly under Lex's touches.

"You like this, don't you? And you want some more, don't you?" he demanded threateningly.

"Please, n... no, no... Please just get it over with," Virginia sobbed, the humiliating words coming out in a frightened rush.

She had steeled herself to accept their final ravishment of her alcohol-numbed body, but had not expected that they would tease and mock like this beforehand.

"Answer me, you bitch! Don't you?" he dug his hands into her shoulder blades and violently wrenched them back.

"No. No. No... oh yes, oh yes," she moaned as he increased the intensity of his pressure.

"That's more like it, sweetheart. Keep that up, and we'll get on just fine."

Lex settled his hands on the narrow curve of Virginia's waist, feeling the fleshy swell of her full womanly hips under his fingers. He grabbed the soft white warmth of her buttocks and pinched hard, laughing in cruel delight as she involuntarily ground down against his penis already stiffened with sadistic pleasure. His hands splayed down to the tanned softness of her smoothly naked stomach, once again catching her by surprise, and kneaded the flesh roughly, tracing one finger over the fine blonde hair that ran in a barely visible feather-strip down her flat belly. Virginia's nakedly slender hour-glass body stiffened on his knee like a lovely statue.

"Now you're goin' to tell old Lex here just how much you're enjoyin' it. I want ya to speak up loud and clear so the boys can hear ya," he pinched at her maliciously.

For the first time, Virginia realized with grim certainty just how much more difficult the evening was going to be for her than she'd imagined in her most anguished moments of foreboding. He meant to exercise his brutal control over her tortured mind and body, forcing his vile thoughts onto her consciousness, and making her say abominably lewd things to further humiliate and degrade herself.

"No... I don't enjoy it. I hate it," Virginia half mumbled, half shouted up at him, tears of helpless indignation streaming from her eyes.

"What's that ya say? What's that ya saying, Baby?" Lex tormented back at her, pinching at her softly tender flesh until the ache spread throughout her entire belly.

"No, no. I hate it," Virginia moaned, realizing even as she spoke that her defiance was completely useless. This mad torturing was meant only to increase their lewd pleasure before they moved in for the final brutal ravishment of her nakedly defenseless young body.

"Ya meant to say ya liked it, didn't ya, Baby? What I thought I heard was just a little mistake. Wasn't it?" Lex said evilly and ground his hand down her belly until his finger rubbed torturously on the nub of her sensitive little clit. Virginia screamed and kicked, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the two other men who had moved closer to the chair and now suddenly grabbed arms and legs. Lex's outstretched finger lashed again and again over her sensitive flesh, sending jolts of near-pain throughout her futilely writhing body.

"Noooooooo," the naked young female cried, her shrill scream reverberating through the room, as his finger lashed over her again and again in a seeming eternity of hurt and repugnant sensation that she thought would never end. What she might have done or said to appease them was beyond her immediate comprehension. She would never understand what had made them so cruel or why they so obviously enjoyed torturing her, a helpless young girl they had never seen before and who certainly had nothing to do with them being sent to the penitentiary. It wasn't her fault if she had been born into better circumstances than they had. Once, years ago, when another poorer girl had stolen her jacket at school, she hadn't even said anything about it. There must be some reason for their brutal relish in her anguish, she thought, and then her awareness descended to the dim borderlines of bare consciousness. There was only the finger and the feeling of her body jerking and straining under the vicious fondling Lex was subjecting on her helpless breasts and vagina.

"Now tell Lex what ya want him to do!" he begged.

"Stop. Stop. Please stop!" she begged.

"But after I stop. What is it ya want Lex to do to ya then?"

"I don't know. I don't know," she wailed desperately.

He laughed through the humiliation that seemed to be without end. "Beg Lex to fuck ya."

Virginia clenched her teeth tightly and moaned while the man's furious attack continued hard and unrelenting on the straining inner folds of her sensitive cuntal lips. She prayed that she might collapse into total unconsciousness, but she didn't. That grating hurt went on and on. Still, she didn't speak. Nothing could bring her to utter those lewd words that would mean her final subjugation to him. The shame and anguish she already felt under his horrible torture would be increased to unbearable limits by the final act of degradation.

"Noooooo," she moaned as he increased the brutal stroking.

"Beg Lex to fuck ya, Baby," he insisted, chuckling savagely at her utter helplessness.

"Oh, stop. Please stop. No. Pleaaaaase. I beg you," she whimpered and groaned through clenched teeth under the increased fury of his cruel assault.

"Beg, bitch! Beg me to fuck ya," he chided gleefully, sensing the break in her resolve to deny him the obscene words he wanted to hear.

"Oh no, I can't. I just can't," Virginia sobbed until her poor victimized body jerked and went limp, dangling uselessly between the two men who held her arms and legs as though she were spread out on a medieval torture rack. It was just too much for flesh and blood to bear. Lex removed his hand from between her legs for a moment and listened to the low mumblings that poured from her mouth as she fell against his chest, panting and sobbing. And he grinned lewdly as the pitiful words bubbled out.

"Oh, fuck me... fuck me... I don't care... fuck me... just don't do that anymore... please... fuck me."

"Whoooooopeeee," Lex broke out in a loud fit of lewd laughter as he heard the faintly whispering girl's final admission of surrender to him. It had been long forthcoming and for awhile he had felt a growing sense of genuine hate towards her as his anger and frustration grew. But now all that was replaced by his mounting lust at hearing the subjugated young blonde beg him to fuck her. Lex motioned Vito and Pop away from the chair with a flick of his hands, then he stood up suddenly, and in an abrupt movement, shoved Virginia's weeping form face down on the bed. He walked around the bed a moment, quietly examining the feast that awaited him. There was no longer any reason to hold her. Virginia sprawled face down on the mattress in a pose of total defeat and surrender, waiting submissively for whatever he would do next.

"Ya gonna fuck her now?" Pop said with an anxious edge to his voice. "Cause if you ain't, I'd sure like to try a little of it."

"No, I just been talkin' about it all night long 'cause I like to hear the sound of my own voice," Lex retorted cockily.

"Go ahead, do it then, will ya for Christ's sake! I'm tired of waiting," Vito muttered and paced around the bed impatiently.

"Well, if she wants me to fuck her," Lex smiled proudly and rubbed his hands together, "I guess I'll just have to fuck her. I mean, you heard her ask for it!"

"Damnit, I still think I have a right to her, too," Vito swore, his eyes flashing angrily. "All ya gotta do is let me at least touch her."

"You can warm her up while I get these pants off," Lex said with a cocky tone to his voice. He had never liked Vito much, and this opportunity to lord his prize over the little hoodlum increased his mounting pleasure in the situation even more. Let the bastard suffer, he thought as he stepped out of his pants, watching him lurch onto the side of the bed and hurriedly clamp his bony fists into the firmly resilient flesh of Virginia's trembling buttocks. His eyes gleamed evilly through a shock of greasy hair that had fallen over his forehead as he dug his fingernails into the warm creamy skin and pulled it up into white bloodless bunches.

Virginia's long blonde hair spilled in softly glistening rivulets over the dirty mattress, and her ripe young buttocks lifted upwards in shock at Vito's touch. Low pleading mumblings came from her half-open mouth and added to the lust-inciting picture her nakedly helpless form already presented to the sex-starved criminals.

"That's enough," Lex cut in as he noticed Vito's hands separating the two rounded asscheeks and one long bony finger groping steadily toward the puckered little ring of Virginia's virginal anus. "I'm goin' to fuck her now."

Virginia's hands dangled lifelessly over the sides of the old torn mattress and her cheek lay pressed tightly against the filthy covering. The back of her other hand was clamped fiercely between her clenched teeth to still the racking pain and humiliation that throbbed through her body. She lay defeated on the bed, no longer able to move and no longer caring about it. All thoughts of rebellion had been crushed from her helpless body by the cruel probing hand that had so brutally scraped over her unprepared young genitals only moments before. She wanted to turn and glare at them, screaming defiance at them, but she no longer had the strength to even lift her head. Her resistance had been replaced by a fearsome accepting dread of the inevitable rape she knew would come in the next few moments.

Let them just get it over with as soon as possible, she prayed desperately to herself. Let them use her and spill their lewd sperm into her belly, until one by one they collapsed over her as exhausted and weakened as she herself.

"Roll her over," she heard Lex's voice moving closer to her. She let herself go limp, knowing it would be foolish to resist them any longer, as Pop and Vito lifted her trembling body and dropped her hard onto her back on the mattress.

"Open up your eyes," Lex shouted at her angrily, pushing the two gaping convicts back from the bed and moving close to the bed over Virginia's nakedly splayed out form. "I want you to see everything!"

Virginia opened her eyes and her heart wedged tightly to her throat as she found herself staring straight up at Lex's massively throbbing penis. It had stiffened and jutted now like a tormenting pole over the edge of the bed.

"Like it?" he hissed threateningly, glaring down at her and thrusting his hardened shaft slightly forward into mid-air so that it quivered menacingly over her face. It was at least eight inches long and was underlined with thick blue veins that coursed up to the red bulbous head.

"Do ya like it?" He muttered again, grasping a shaft of her long hair and tugging it viciously. "Tell me how it feels, Goddamnit!"

"Yes," Virginia moaned, feeling the skin draw tightly back over her temples.

"Like what?" he said and lifted her aching head up by the straining hair. "Spell it out loud and clear for my friends here."

"I like it. I like it," Virginia groaned rapidly, reaching up desperately and trying to pull his hands off of her.

"You can do better than that, bitch," he grunted and chuckled. "What is it that ya like... no, you love so much?" he spat.

"I love... your... penis. I love... your penis. I love your penis," Virginia's voice wailed loudly until all the men broke into lewd laughter.

"And what do ya want me to do with it?" he laughed so hard that the eagerly throbbing cock waved furiously in the air.

"I want you to fuck me," she screamed, her words seeming to reverberate through the entire warehouse.

"Jesus, Lex, you better keep her quiet," Pop said nervously, peering toward the door where Billy had disappeared.

Lex released her hair and Virginia slumped to a mass of helplessly quivering flesh on the mattress. She sobbed and rolled over on her stomach, every inch of her body throbbing with pain from the tips of her toes to her scalp. Vito and Pop paced anxiously back and forth like caged animals just before feeding time, studying her now totally submissive form with increasing desire and impatience.

"Let's get on with it," Pop pleaded.

"Yeah," Vito said angrily to Lex. "You want to take all night just 'cause you're the first. By the time you get done there'll be nothin' for the rest of us."

"You ain't gettin' nothin' anyway, if I remember correct," Lex barked at Vito as he finally slumped down onto the bed on his knees. The muscular blonde convict waited a moment, his long hard cock quivering over her back, as though trying to decide which luscious entrance he wanted to prod into first, but then he swung suddenly over her rounded buttocks and kicked her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender inner sides of her thighs.

"Hold her til I get it in," he commanded imperiously to the other men who he thought had been trying to order him around, to rush him when he finally had this ripe young cunt spread pliantly underneath him. Damnit! He had won her fair and square, and she was his to fuck... and he meant to take the whole night to do it if he wanted to. But he looked down at Virginia's pose of total acceptance and submission, and his voice stilled. Her eyes were closed and she panted softly, causing his massively erect cock to ache as it had never ached before in his life. Suddenly he fell onto her back, his face pressed into the soft clean odor of her hair that shimmered like gold under the overhanging lamp.

Virginia stiffened as his hands fell onto her nakedly slumped shoulders and stroked down her arms to the rounded softness of the curve of her buttocks, coming to rest once again on her firm full thighs. His palms opened across the trembling white flesh at the tops of them and then, suddenly, he shoved. Virginia squealed and squirmed with all her might, but it was hopeless. She let out a long low moan of pain, and her feet slipped over either side of the mattress, straining her leg muscles to their farthest limits. Her whole body frantically jerked in terror as she felt his hotly throbbing cock make contact with the tender backside of her thigh, trailing a sticky path of lubricant over her leg as it slithered its way up to her buttocks. Lex pulled back the heavy foreskin and laid his rigidly thick shaft in the long crevice between her smooth white buttocks, her terrified squirming and pleading increasing his mounting lust to the utmost.

"Get up on your knees," his hoarse voice burned through her hair.

Virginia disobeyed silently, grinding her belly down into the mattress and tightly clenching her asscheeks together. His huge hot cock, wedged between the pliant mounds, jerked and she heard the convict gasp in delight, but she knew that when she was up on her knees he would have total access to her.

A hand jerked at her long blonde hair, as though it meant to rip her blonde tresses from her already searing scalp, and another pair of hands reached for her foot and bent it backwards from the tiny ankle. Virginia tried to scream, but found she could not. She tried to breathe but once again found it was impossible and her whole body went immediately limp under the stifling hand that Lex had forced over her mouth. The hand released her and Virginia sagged onto the bed, gasping desperately for the air racing into her tortured lungs with welcome relief. She gulped frantically as though she expected never to breathe again, hardly conscious of the brutal hands that raised her onto her knees and uplifted her nakedly quivering buttocks. By the time she had recovered her breath, she found herself with her face shoved into the mattress, her thighs spread wide-apart, behind her, and her full firm buttocks waving salaciously in the air. She tried to fling her legs out behind her to flatten herself out again, but angry hands kept her feet in place while Lex forced her face brutally deep into the mattress.

The young girl ceased her struggles and went completely limp, sobbing in frustration and fear... It was all useless, she knew, since she would have to submit to them in the end anyway. Her further struggles would only provide more opportunities for these vile beasts to torture and humiliate her body, for it was a helpless toy that they would use as they wanted in their animalistic search for satisfaction... a satisfaction that would only cease when they had pumped their lewd liquid desire into her tormented and defenseless body which was past all caring and resistance.

Lex leaned down and cupped Virginia's softly resilient buttocks in his grasping hands, his hungry eyes flickering with inflamed desire as they coursed over her smoothly upraised form, and his head reeling with the growing almost uncontrollable excitement. His balls tingled and his cock ached with the impulse to thrust his hotly throbbing hardness into her tender young flesh at this very moment. He didn't think he could stand to wait another second before he spewed into her all the lewdly heated passion that had been building in his body throughout the long night. But he did!

The stocky convict drew back and sat patiently for a moment on the backs of her warmly fleshed calves, feeling his desire-swollen balls tingling as they nestled softly between them. He had worked all night to get her into this position of pliant submission, but there was one thing more he wanted, and he would wait for it as long as he needed to, even if the waiting drove him crazy. He wanted her to need and desire him as much as he needed her, to forget who she was and how it had happened to her, to forget everything except her own uncontrollable need for him to thrust his long warmly throbbing cock into her tight little cunt. This beautiful blonde bitch was everything he had ever dreamed of and desired, and he knew he would never be totally satiated until he felt her flinging her passion-wracked form back against his own lust-driven body, losing all control of herself. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.

Damnit! That moistly puckering pussy was going to climb up his thick pulsing cock with every nerve and sinew of her cunt contracting and sucking, pleading for his white hot cum to spurt into her.

For a few more torturing minutes he guided his impatiently jerking cock up and down the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her tender flesh until it was poised between the smoothly moistured pink flanges of her vagina. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling this helpless little bitch on his aching hardness, but his desire to have her begging and pleading for it helped him to hold back. Instead, he bent forward and rubbed his fingers over her back, drawing his hands down to her warm young buttocks and gently kneading and cupping the nakedly white flesh, delighting in her groaning that ceased momentarily in surprise.

He drew back further on her legs, his head reeling with the cleverness of his approach, and let his erectly throbbing hardness trail slowly back down her sleek inner thighs. She seemed to cease breathing for a moment in tortured suspense and then trembled hopefully at his gentleness when he leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss along the standing ridges of her spine. She stiffened again when his tongue etched a searing path down the tightly clenched crevice of her ass, but Pop and Vito held her so tightly that for the moment her futile protest didn't matter.

Lex reached forward and gently clasped the pliant flesh of her full round buttocks, slowly and gradually pulling the warmly quivering cheeks apart. He knew that the success of his obscene plan to completely bend her virginal will to his depraved desires rested on his ability to avoid any abrupt gestures that would startle or alarm her. Now was the time for patience and gentleness. He felt her relax slightly beneath him, becoming more confident that he would not suddenly hurt her again, and he knew that he had caught her off guard.

Physical torture had forced Virginia to mechanically submit her naked young body, and she had steeled herself for more brutality. But this sudden softness of touch coursing over her helpless exposed buttocks... well, she just was not prepared.

Lex slowly sunk his two thumbs into the sweating crevice between her trembling asscheeks, feeling her trust and confidence build as he continued his insidiously gentle approach. His face was just scant inches away from her quivering pubic mound, and he drew the inserted thumbs slowly down the warm crevice toward her vagina, feeling the taut muscles of her thighs and buttocks gradually relaxing. The soft inner sides of her trembling thighs parted in an invisibly slow motion, but he could still feel it; it was like the sweet opening of a flower. And there in the center only inches from his close-up view was the tender, softly pink bud of her clit. His cruel fondling moments before had automatically started her warm vaginal juices flowing despite the pain, and now a faintly perfumed moisture covered the entire glistening area. He swallowed hard as the image raced through his stiffening loins.

He leaned closer and blew softly into her wetly trembling young cunt, gulping again at the shivers and goose bumps that raced over the smooth flesh of her thighs. A long low moan escaped from between the captive girl's clenched teeth and she attempted to shift away from him; but he instinctively knew that her mumbled protest was the result of his new pleasing caresses, not fear or an attempt to escape. Anyway, the pressure of the other two gaping men holding onto her shoulders and feet kept her firmly in place.

Virginia felt a soft tingling race in uncontrollable waves over every inch of her nakedly quivering flesh. Lex's former brutality seemed to have made her even more susceptible to his gentleness for his lips and hot breath were like a downy feather flicking over the soft flesh of her helpless buttocks.

She whimpered and relaxed her straining muscles in relief, her voluptuous young body exhausted from fighting against the torture. A thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips at the surprising change of circumstances.

But now something altogether different was happening to her .. something that replaced the cruel fingering of her sensitive young genitals that had occurred only moments before. It was soft and gentle, as his breath had been blowing against her tingling loins, except that this now was also wet... warm and wet, moving in small electric circles down her spine to her waiting buttocks. She quivered as it slowly traced a maddeningly moist path down the sweating crevice of her ass, and she groaned as it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to her tightly puckered little anus.

Virginia shivered as the wetly flicking tongue increased its pressure, circling over the soft white moons of her defensively upraised buttocks where Lex's oval lips sucked, drawing the softly warm flesh deep into the hot cavern of his mouth. The gentle pressure flowed like a sweet soothing balm over her tortured mind, and the kneeling girl sank into the twilight world of half-consciousness. God, where was she? What was happening to her? What were these tiny fires so unexpectedly lighting in her growing nipples and causing a throbbing on the nerve ends of her rapidly moistening vagina?

"Oooohhhh," she moaned, helplessly caught up in the light feathery flutters of sensation that were beginning to dance over her. She could feel dew-drops of moisture rising up there between her open legs and the wetly quivering tongue, like a thousand maddening fingers, played over her defenseless nakedness. It wouldn't stop! She tried with all her desperate strength to move forward but those strong hands held her firmly to the bed. Who was it? Bob? Was she a child again and was it her father holding her down in her bed after a long fever? It no longer mattered! Time and circumstance fused into one incomprehensible moment of total helplessness, and there was only the relief from pain that seemed to have occurred eons and eons ago receding further into the distance until she could barely remember it.

Without resistance, she allowed the strange hands to draw her thighs further apart, trusting now in these magic hands to lead her to more of the flicking pleasure that had begun to course over her sensuously rotating buttocks. A cool rush of air raced between the full spreading white globes and tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive young flesh.

Behind her, Lex sensed the change in her mood and grinned obscenely, his bulging eyes devouring the sight of her unconsciously writhing buttocks. He moved even closer onto the bed, crouching in a beast-like position on all fours over the kneeling girl's body and pulling the unresisting milk-white cheeks of her ass even farther apart. The bitch was coming along just fine! His mouth watered as his eyes took in the hair covered "vee" of her crotch, open and unprotected before him, that now was his for the taking.

Then his head lowered slowly and he pressed his face forward until his hungrily slavering mouth hovered, his tongue poised, just over the glistening moistness of her pink vaginal slit. She flinched and pulled back but he settled his thumbs firmly in the flesh of her parted thighs, steadying her for the entry he would make in just one moment. He sighed in eagerness and then, with a rush, his tongue flicked lizard-like into the wetly quivering cuntal opening.

"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" he heard her gasp loudly as his thumbs slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of the warm moist furrow farther apart, allowing his lips and tongue complete access to her succulent little pussy. At first she had tried to jerk away, but now her elbows were pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side, her long blonde hair grinding into the soiled sheet covering the mattress as the hotly searing tongue shot out and circled the erect little clit. The tongue continued its maddening licking against the sensitive pink bud of her sex, and she groaned repeatedly from deep in her throat at the delicious things being done to her defenseless genitals. Lex, grinning knowingly now, spread the hair-lined folds of perfumed pussy flesh further apart and raced his tongue down the wetly trembling inner lips, causing the aroused young captive's hips to grind uncontrollably above the squeaking bed, while soft animal sounds escaped from between her passion-clenched teeth.

"Goddamn," Pop grunted, watching Virginia begin wantonly bucking and squirming in delight to Lex's flicking tongue that raced in wild circles over the gleaming nub of her clit.

There was obviously no longer any need to restrain the girl, for Virginia was grinding her nakedly rounded buttocks back against Lex's face, so Vito ungripped his hands from around her ankles and slid one open palm over his bulging pants against his own hotly throbbing cock. A tiny bit of lubricant had seeped out, forming a small wet circle on the straining material, and he rubbed harder and harder, as his other hand raced over the silken skin of Virginia's delicately curved calves.

Lex lowered his head and returned his lewd gaze to the elastic rimmed opening of her moistly clasping pussy, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole and tasting again the exiles of her cunt. The girl was really ready now, and he could see her puckered vaginal lips dilate slightly, a sight that caused his cock to jerk up into greater hardness. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous mound, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He could feel the softly curling pubic hair brush tantalizingly against his cheeks as her wet inner flesh slipped moistly around his long extended tongue. The hot walls of her invaded young pussy began opening and closing in a sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper into it.

"Ooooh, oooh," she intoned, her shamelessly aroused body now completely out of control and her resistance lost in the fire of the moment. He felt as though the nibbling hair-lined cuntal mouth would pull his tongue out by its roots, devouring it alive. His nose was smacked tightly against her wildly puckering anus, and he breathed in the pungent odor of the lust juice that flowed in abundance from her vaginal cleft, feeling it incite his cock to a pounding hardness that he wouldn't be able to control much longer.

Now she was his, Lex gloated, watching the pained contortions of her muscles turn into ripples of pure pleasure as the smooth curve of her buttocks clenched, her thighs jerking apart to their limits in an attempt to allow his tongue greater access to her pussy. He could feel her sparse pubic hairs grazing like silk against the tip of his nose and the sides of his face while she ground her warmly fleshed asscheeks up and down, up and down, in a slow hypnotic rhythm of lust against his face.

She was almost ready to cum!

He could feel it, he could sense the little bitch's sudden submissive surrender and knew that it was time to ram his cock deep into her hot little cunt and shoot his churning cum so far up into her belly that it would come out of her tits and ears. Goddamnit, she wasn't too good for him anymore! She was just like any other eager little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. And he had made her that way, this was all of his doing! She might have more education than him, but he had used his own simple common sense and natural animal cunning to bend her entirely to his will. Just like he had planned beforehand, her wet young cunt was flowering wider and wider, dilating and sucking desperately for something to fill her. Well, when he got his cock up in there she'd be filled like a stuffed turkey, until his hot liquid cum poured like hot molten lava out of her every opening.

Lex simply couldn't stand it any longer. He seized her wildly trembling legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly up against her already matted pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly next to his calves.

"Lord'a mighty, he's gonna fuck her now!" Pop gasped, drawing closer to the obscene spectacle.

"Yeah, just look at the snotty little bitch go," Vito breathed, his own madly throbbing penis now sticking out of his pants and held tightly in his clasping and unclasping hand.

Lex kneeled behind her, and drew the thick foreskin back from his heavy rod of flesh to expose the red, lust-swollen head. Slowly he moved it down through the slightly parted lips of her pinkly glistening cunt, slithering it up and down her length and feeling her thick vaginal lubricant wetting it. He let the blunt head settle for a moment, resting its throbbing tip on the erect little bud of her clit. Then she jerked forward as though to encourage him to sink into her hungry, warmly moistened channel as quickly as possible. The kneeling young girl began wantonly squirming, and he could feel each muscle and tendon of her body tense up as though begging him to go ahead and fuck her as he settled the large blood-filled cock head directly over the tight elastic opening of her cunt.

Lex ceased his movements for a moment to watch the tiny wet pussy lips contract and throb around the blunted tip of his semen-bloated cock. Then he shifted his gaze up to the whiteness and gleaming purity of the large breasted torso that was locked beneath him, flicking his eyes  from the golden blonde hair that spilled from her bent neck over her wide creamy shoulders onto the filthy pillow. She was breathing deeply and her smooth young flesh glossed over with sweat that trickled down her smooth back past her narrow girlish waist into the crevice between her supple young buttocks. Next to his own straining hair-covered legs, her sleek white thighs curved into small delicately shaped calves that flowed down to well-formed ankles. He imagined the way they looked on the bed, with her quivering lust-driven body splayed out obscenely beneath his larger form, and the thought ached with maddening intensity through his eagerly throbbing cock and sperm-swollen testicles. Then he pictured what they would look like when he had thrust his long thick shaft in all the way, and he felt a surge of savage passion burst through his loins that told him he'd better get his impatient hardness inside her tight little cunt as soon as possible.

The kneeling convict placed his palms on the softness of her firm upraised buttocks and gently kneaded the pliant flesh with his fingers and hands. He drew the quivering cheeks closely together and then slowly apart to expose the view of his long throbbing hardness below them poised salaciously at the entry to her moistly quivering vagina. His eyes widened in lewd fascination, and for a moment he was tempted to press the full white mounds of upraised flesh together and slide his cock into the tiny ring of her tightly puckered anus. But he didn't. The moist softness of her hair-lined pussy was just too tempting; he had to have it, he had to fuck her now or he would uselessly explode his cum in another instant against her wantonly writhing asscheeks and thighs.

He moved his legs tightly against her splayed out thighs and gently moved forward, his heart pounding insanely in his chest as he felt the soft blonde pubic hair part and rasp gently against the head of his massively throbbing cock. The small elastic ring of her almost-virginal cunt tightened around the huge blood-engorged penis, wetly pulsating and nibbling as though it were trying desperately to suck his massive hardness into her. The fleshy outer flanges of her pussy slipped and closed gently over the blunted head of his pulsing sperm-filled cock. He groaned.

Each had never felt anything as soft and tender in his life; he gasped and writhed for a moment, pausing to enjoy this delicious instant that he was sure would remain in her tortured memory for years to come. Jesus, he couldn't hold off much longer, he had to fuck his lust-filled cudgel all the way into her before it was too late! But as if to prolong the delicious agony of waiting an instant longer, he held the tip of his wildly throbbing cock just inside the warmly moistened pussy lips for a moment longer, enjoying the torture of holding himself back when he knew he still had the best part of her steaming wet cunt awaiting him. He had to take her now!

He thrust forward, feeling the small elastic rim give inward as he slipped through the tightly clasping outer walls of her contracting vagina that were just as wet and firmly gripping as he had expected. A groan escaped his lips when he sank deeper, deeper through the warm enclosing wetness until the whole of her tightly clasping young channel was filled to the brim with his rock-hard cock. He pushed forward with all his weight to sink his erectly throbbing hardness as far into her hotly quivering pussy as he could go, forcing her grasping cuntal walls aside with his rampaging onslaught and slithering through the smooth giving flesh. Her inner sinews dilated and convulsed in a palpitating shock as he probed his long, pile-driving instrument deeper and deeper yet, and suddenly he felt his cockhead strike hard against her cervix, signaling that he was completely in. At the thick base of his rigid fleshy staff, his hard muscular loins crushed violently into her upturned buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart.

"Oh, Oh, Noooo," Virginia moaned beneath him as he withdrew slowly and then wormed forward again into her before withdrawing still another time to thrust into her wetly heated pussy with even greater forcefulness. The impaled young girl strained and squirmed against the vicious attack that had taken her so completely by surprise. Throughout the long slavering of his tongue over her battered genitals, she had lain dormant, slipping into an almost unconscious state of semi-awareness. She had noticed only the racing pleasure that seemed to grip every fiber of her tensely quivering loins, but now all that had changed. Every part of her body grew startlingly alive! The brutal fondling of her genitals had been soothed by the warm licking pleasure, and that now was swept away by a resumption of sudden pain, in her hideously stretched vagina, bringing her swiftly back to stark reality.

"Oh, God, what a pussy," she heard Lex's loud voice grunt from behind her. "Jesus, this cunt's the tightest I've ever been in."

Virginia squealed in pained indignation underneath him at the sound of his coarse gasping voice. She screamed for him to get off her, knowing all the while that it was useless and that he would continue his wanton probing into her defenselessly widespread vagina. Tears of anger and frustration at the helplessness of her position streamed from her terror-stricken eyes once again. She was hopelessly trapped by the two escaped convicts who had pinioned her arms and legs firmly to the bed, and trapped by her own earlier perverted response of delight to the lewd flicking of his tongue only a few moments before. Now Lex's violent intrusion into her gentle moistly clasping passage surged inexorably forward, and she could feel the huge battering instrument growing and expanding in her relatively inexperienced womb until it felt like it would split her apart.

"Christ," Lex gagged, his lips bared back over his teeth. "I'm finally all the way in. Feels like a fucking nutcracker in there."

Virginia squirmed and clenched the powerful muscles of her buttocks tightly together in an effort to squeeze the thick turgid length of his hotly pulsating cock out, but it was useless. The gentle contracting of the firmly clasping walls of her vagina around his huge tree-trunk of an instrument only incited him more; she could feel his hardness jerking and pulsing against the smooth walls, stretching and twisting the virginal channel with lewd cruelty. She groaned piteously beneath him, and he flexed the huge rod into her damp sucking passage again and again before resuming his slow, maddening strokes in and out. The others, excited to a fever pitch by the picture of her abject helplessness, increased the indignity by pulling her legs further apart and mashing her face into the pillow until her muffled protests turned to desperate gasps for breath. All the while the huge impaling sword inside her swelled and grew, swelled and grew, until her writhing young pussy felt filled beyond all imaginable limits.

Sobbing, the pain-racked young girl finally ceased her struggle, and it was only then that the hands released her. She felt them clawing and grasping now at her defenselessly naked flesh, roaming in random patterns over every inch of her obscenely displayed body. She could hear the grossly fat evil Pop grunt as he leaned closer over the bed and wedged his two fists between her heaving chest and the mattress. Saliva trickled from his half-open panting mouth as he clasped his palms in uncontrollable excitement around the softness of her large, ripe firm breasts. He fell to a sitting position at the head of the mattress and the bed squeaked under his groaning weight. She shuddered as he drew her breasts obscenely out to the sides, pinching and squeezing the tiny bud-like nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they sprung to a hard, berry-like erectness that made them more sensitive than ever.

Alongside her, Vito's cruel bony fingers swept across her backside, his long jagged nails tearing down her spine and over the pitifully cringing flesh of her buttocks until suddenly, without warning, he wormed one outstretched finger down the spread crevice between her asscheeks and poked against the tight rubbery ring of her puckered little anus. He shoved into the spongy clasping confines and Virginia groaned loudly in pain, her arms and legs stiffening and flailing out from the bed.

"I'm going to finger-fuck her asshole," she heard his panting, lust-deepened voice exclaim through the daze of the three-way rape.

Lex's huge throbbing cock rammed with greater force into her tightly clasping vagina and seemed to be tearing and stretching the passage beyond all possible repair, while Vito's finger thrusting deep into the tight rubberiness of her virginal young rectum increased her torment and anguish to unbearable proportions. She discovered the pain lessened somewhat if she decreased her movements, so she lay under them as motionless as possible with only the anguished fluttering of her tormented inner muscles breaking her defeated stillness. She tightly clenched her teeth as Vito ground and twisted his outstretched middle finger deeper, circling and expanding her anal passage with his lewd manipulations. Then another finger joined the first, and Virginia broke into soft piteous sobbing, feeling as though the passage would burst from the painful gorging outward pressure.

Lex pushed his hairy groin closer to the back of her firmly fleshed thighs, and began lunging into her with long smooth strokes. He curled his hands around her small waist and splayed them over her tautly rippling abdomen, demandingly guiding her hips into a strong rotating movement as he thrust in and out of her vaginal opening which enclosed his long hard shaft like a well-fitting glove.

"Noooooo, Pleeeeease," Virginia choked as the movement increased the searing pressure against the finger buried in her anus.

"Move it, bitch," Lex lifted one hand and slapped his open palm across her soft buttocks with a loud smack of flesh that resounded through the empty room. He sensed that he had lost her passionate compliance when he had stopped eating her pussy, and the knowledge filled him with an uncontrollable anger and fury. He hadn't slavered over her all night to fuck into a limp piece of meat, his mind raged, and he raised his arm and swung his open hand down hard on her hips again until her naked young body jerked in startled pain and almost slid out from underneath him.

Virginia didn't have to be told again. She immediately swung into his rhythm, and finding it didn't hurt as much as she had expected, ground and twisted her upraised buttocks as hard as she could back against his thrusting pelvis. She heard his grunts of satisfaction and sighed with relief. All that mattered now was that they didn't hurt her anymore. Anyway, it might help to get the ordeal over with.

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, bitch," Lex snarled through lust-contorted lips, feeling her respond to him, the warm wet walls of her tight little cunt sucking and clasping tightly as they slithered over his blood-engorged member.

Virginia felt as though she were being devoured alive by a giant octopus whose clinging tentacles raced over her full free-swinging breasts and her widely splayed pumping buttocks, kneading and stroking her every inch of quivering flesh. Deep in her belly, Lex's long thick cock filled her cunt to the bursting point. With each plunge it seemed to grow ever more monstrous and enormous. His forward thrusts threw her breasts deeper into Pop's kneading hands, and when he pulled her back to him, her anus burned with Vito's fiery finger prodding into her rectum.

Lex's fingers kneaded and pulled at the soft flesh of her full firm asscheeks, then with one swift passion-driven movement, he yanked out Vito's deeply sunk fingers and thrust his own into her defenselessly cringing rectum.

"Aaaaaargh," she screamed from the new consuming pain. Her entire lower region was freed for Lex now and while he continued to plunge his thick, wetly glistening cock into her wet tightness, he let his other hand and fingers course over the backs of her sleek young thighs and buttocks with growing uncontrollable frenzy.

She could feel him thrust more sadistically now, the sight of her fucking body obviously inciting him to greater and greater effort. Her breath came in great spasmodic gasps and mewled out in long painful groans that were no longer muffled by the mattress. Now her face was turned sideways on the mattress so that Lex could clearly see the effect he was having on her. Her eyes bulged open in a look of abject subjugation, and her lips sputtered incoherent pleadings under the humiliation and shame of his incessant pummeling from behind her.

Suddenly she sensed the bed sag down from a new weight thrusting forward from in front of her. Fingers touched and pulled at her lips, pressuring them slowly open, then she felt a moistness and a strange spongy hardness prodding against her half-open mouth. She opened her eyes and shuddered in horror at the sight of the big pulsating penis that was stabbing into her face. God, it looked at least seven or eight inches long, and it was just about to skewer right into her mouth! She tried to avert her head from the lust-inflamed head, and as she did she saw Pop's evil face leering sadistically down at her, a lewd grin of triumph on his lips.

The old man's legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders and his heavy belly sagged from its own weight against the full length of his hard fleshy instrument. Pop, who could no longer stand to watch Lex's fucking the beautiful young girl dog fashion from behind, lifted her head with the flat palm of one hand and with the other pushed her red, wetly parted lips tighter against his blood-engorged cock. She groaned and wrenched her body in terror, but this only sent the old man into a frenzied sawing motion, and he moved the wildly pulsating cockhead in a slow teasing motion against her tightly pursed lips. Again and again she struggled to get loose, but this only provoked him to greater fury, and he fastened his hands on a stronger grip around her grimacing mouth. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her own teeth. Then from her rear she felt one brutal thrust against her thighs; the momentum wedged her mouth even closer to the tip of Pop's heatedly jerking flesh that was gradually parting her lips bit by bit. She gasped. The hard, sperm-inflated cock slid with only small resistance through her softly moist lips into the wet warm chamber of her young mouth. She could feel the thick turgid head pushing her quivering tongue to one side, and filling her cheeks with its hot fleshy hardness.

Pop began a slow sawing motion, moving his long hard penis down the entire wet length of her tongue and then pulling it slowly out part-way, the fleshy intrusion causing her cheeks to push out as his cock seemed to expand to its farthest limits. His hands inched up her face until they held her a complete and utter captive, his thumbs tensed against the sides of her neck. She struggled mentally, the very helplessness of her position sending pinpricks of agonizing sensation down her back. But it was useless, as Pop quickened his thrusts while Lex fucked into her with all his brutal strength, as though he were trying to meet the head of Pop's cock mid-way within her belly. A rhythm was building up between the thrust and counterthrust of the two heatedly throbbing penises burrowing inside her, and Virginia could feel Pop gradually adjust his pace to the skewering repetition of Lex's hotly pulsating rod inside her gradually accepting cunt; the old man's hard fleshy staff never quite pulled out, but always left a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.

Virginia closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from the obscene vision of Pop's thick, blue-veined penis thrusting through her widespread lips. Her shame and humiliation knew no bounds.

She felt numb to the world as though she were some kind of empty void whose only purpose was to capture the hotly spewing sperm from the two rampaging cocks thrusting into her from both sides of her tortured young body.

"Suck it, Goddamn it, suck it," she heard Pop's harsh voice command as if from a great distance... and she instantly obeyed his order. Her hysterical thoughts were stopped short as he rammed the heatedly pulsating rod of flesh in, crushing through her moist, elastic lips into the warm saliva of her mouth. Then, as though another darker side of her being had suddenly been unleashed, she began to feel the return of other sensations; sensations that triumphed over the pain and shame. She found herself testing the hot male fleshiness of Pop's cock. Without volition, her tongue swirled around the lust-swollen head and she found herself pretending it was her fiance's, that she was doing this of her own free will. She tried not to think about this being Pop's and then, masochistically she opened her eyes so she could see his thrusting loins and the soft, gray-haired sac of his testicles bouncing against her chin.

Behind her Lex could sense himself building towards climax. He knew it would come soon, and so he began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her ass with his driving hips.

He grasped hard at the warmly-fleshed curve of her waist, kneading the soft resiliency with spasmodic contractions of his fingers and hands. His mouth wrenched and his lips bared back, and he began emitting long gurgling groans from deep within his throat. The sight of Pop's long white cock snaking into the girl's moistly clasping young mouth drove him on to more rapid locomotive-like thrusts that sent his huge member tunneling through the moist pink flanges of her cunt and up into the hollow dampness of her virginal womb. He could see the length of his semen-inflated shaft slide almost completely out of her and then slip effortlessly back in, accompanied by the slap of the hard flesh of his abdomen against the tight-clenched cheeks of her beautiful little ass.

Suddenly he felt what seemed to be a rise of several degrees in the temperature of her vaginal heat, accompanied by an almost imperceptible twitch of her previously passive cuntal walls.

"Damn, damn..." he groaned, then grinned. It was about time the little bitch was getting with it. Christ, for a moment there he thought she was going to remain Miss Frigid Bitch in spite of her obvious earlier enjoyment when he had gone down on her. Even as he was thinking about it, her deeper vaginal muscles suddenly, almost as if they were bashful or she didn't know how to use them, so she began to massage the long sensitive length of his cock; he could feel the abrupt tugging on the huge swollen head of his penis, as if she were trying to pull him in a bit further. At the same time, he noticed a difference in Pop whose eyes had suddenly closed in rapture. The kneeling girl had raised one hand and cupped the old man's heavily sagging scrotum; she weighed the sac of balls as though evaluating them, then began slowly and lovingly massaging them. Pop's loud groan of pleasure was contrasted by her low mewl of wanton delight.

Without warning, Virginia's wildly milking cuntal walls took control from him; she began a rhythmic pulsation that rubbed and squeezed the entire length of his wetly glistening shaft and made him feel as though his cock was being held in a tightly grasping velvet glove that flexed and unflexed with maddening intensity.

"Oh... Christ!" he shouted, and then his voice was oddly gentle as he said, "Come on, Baby. Cum... cum with me. You can .. cum on... cum on... cum on."

As he plunged his rapidly ballooning cock into her from behind he could feel the sac of his sperm-laden balls tighten and slap against the smooth crevice between her legs, sending lewd surges of pleasure up his hot distended shaft. He worked demon-like over her, his eyes coursing up her nakedly arched body until they came to rest on her tightly compressed lips oval around the long thick penis of the old man in front. Damn, the hot little bitch was sucking Pop's cock as though she couldn't get enough of it, bobbing her head back and forth, back and forth while soft mewls of pleasure erupted obscenely from her throat.

Virginia worked in a daze trying to please both men; no longer afraid of them, only wanting the build up of pleasure in her own heated loins to continue. She wetly clasped her lips in an elastic ring around the jerking instrument and eagerly swirled her tongue around the throbbing head. Now there were only three things that existed in this world of torture, total humiliation and wild sensation; the two powerfully pulsating cocks ramming into her, and her own electrifying discovery that deep within her womb Lex's heated shaft of lust was bringing a new and totally different sensation, a sensation that promised fulfillment for the first time in her life.

With a wanton eagerness that surprised all three convicts, she began trying with all her might to bring the two hotly pulsating rods to a final raging climax that would once and for all quench their insatiable desires... and her own. Pop groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with crude pleasure the wetly oval lips straining at his saliva-gleaming cock as though it were a stick of peppermint candy being fed to a starving child. God!

The old man was pushing his cock into her tightly stretched mouth as though he were a madman, and suddenly the young girl felt a new pressure assault her breasts. Vito, unable to hold himself back any longer, began kneading and cupping his hands against her dancing white orbs that hung beneath her lewdly writhing torso. Almost tentatively at first, and then with a vicious pressure, he clasped the tenderly erect nipples so tightly that periodically her mind was jerked from the ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.

Virginia's lips puckered and drew more voraciously at the gigantic rubbery instrument thrust between her lips. She licked and sucked like a madwoman at the wildly throbbing head embedded in her mouth; her tongue was covered with a silky saliva that intermingled with the small emission of warm pre-ejaculate that seeped from the end of the old man's cock into the warm moist depths of her throat. She could feel his hips begin an undulating movement as he raised his wildly thrusting buttocks towards her face and, instinctively knowing what he wanted and what was about to happen. She found herself bobbing her head down to meet his smooth thrusts, clasping and unclasping her wet young lips over the hotly swollen head until she had sucked it deep inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. The old man's thick fingers moved sensually up and tangled with her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the rubbery intrusion as though it were another wet little cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his incredible lust. His cock was growing, its size seemed to increase with each swipe of her tongue against the sensitive underside, and for some reason this seemed to incite her to suck harder. The young blonde groaned in abandon as the hard length wormed forward, its tip striking softly at her tonsils as though it were trying to plunge into her stomach and meet the other ravishing instrument that was snaking into her gratefully receiving vagina from behind.

There was utterly nothing now, nothing but her desire to please these two pleasure-giving men any way she could... and bring that vaguely promised fulfillment to her own love-starved loins. Although she hated herself and her traitorous body, her previous inhibitions and morality could not override the intense emotional and physical storm that was devastating her young body. One part of her exulted: that part in command of her muscles and body. The other part consisted of the shrill silent screams of outrage and protest coming from her mind at what she was doing and permitting to be done to her. Her mind told her that she had never been so completely soiled and humiliated in her whole life. And above all her own recriminations, she wanted to shriek in ecstasy, "Fuck me... fuck me!" for her volatile cunt had suddenly ignited, and she could feel every wonderful thrust of Lex's hot marauding cock stroking blissfully in and pulling thrillingly out of her wetly clasping pussy.

She sucked to please... she fucked to please... and she hoped they would continue their wild battering of her body forever.

The old man in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his wildly jerking cock deep down into her gasping throat. She tried to breathe but she was smothered by the press of his stomach against her face, and suddenly her tortured gasping was cut short by the eruption of his madly throbbing penis inside her warm sucking mouth. Strange incoherent sounds rolled from his sputtering lips while at the same time his long thick cock spewed forth its hot whiteness, exploding like a roman candle, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, hungrily now, her voraciously milking lips clasping and unclasping in response to each spurt of the burst-open cudgel. She wantonly drank the thickly heated essence of his manhood for what seemed to be an eternity.

The naked young blonde could feel every part of her writhing body more alive and more sensitive than it had ever been before in her life. She smelled his prick, swallowed his prick... was aware of his hot cum sliding like warm custard down the back of her gulping throat to sink into her belly... and once in her belly, she felt its warmth rippling outward in ever larger waves until they met and mingled with the waves of pure sensation surging up with ever greater intensity from her wildly twitching vagina.

Now nothing was gentle anymore, nor did she want it to be. There was a frightening maelstrom of erotic sensation churning in the pit of her belly; it was swirling, swirling... like an incipient cyclone. She felt its awesome growth, welcomed it... pleaded silently with it to sweep over her.

And then Lex, fucking furiously into her kneeling young body, crooned with surprising gentleness again, "Cum on... cum on .. let go, baby... and cum. Let's cum together... cum together .. now... now... NOW! OH... Ahhhh???? GOD!"

Virginia felt the convict begin his last pile-driving movements from behind her. These were new and terribly urgent thrusts that she had no way of comprehending, neither with body or mind, and they came in blasting, ass-crushing bursts that shoved his iron-hard cock as far as it could go deep up inside the fartherest recesses of her trembling belly.

"Aaaaagggh, God! I'm cummmmiiinnng," he yelled, and then his bared-back animal-like lips sputtered out lewd oaths and vile incantations as his geyser of heated sperm spurted hotly into the spasmodically sucking walls of her flaming vaginal passage and inundated the waiting void of her womb.

And with the first hot spewing of his cum into her vagina, Virginia felt the storm sweep over her own body and she was jerking and convulsing, biting down so hard on Pop's flaccid cock still in her mouth that the old man screamed in pain a cry of protest that was drowned out by her shrill cry of exaltation, "I'm... I'm CUMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG TOO! AAHH... AH... AIIIIIIEEEEEE!"

The rapture of the moment caught her naked young body and stroked it with fiery arrows of pure sensation, and she rejoiced in her fulfillment, her moment of ecstasy. Instinctively, even as it was happening, she knew that never again would she have an orgasm quite like this one that had been compounded of shame and pain and brutality and fear... and a certain gentleness. It was rape, of course... and yet some small quiet voice passed down through the millenniums of female knowledge told her that this was really what it was all about. This was the subduing, the subjugation... the capture and defeat, the sacking of a city or a nation to get at its women. Swords of flexible steel in the bellies of their men, the swords of rigid flesh into the bellies of the females. That was it... that was history.

Wave after wave of ecstatic rapture washed over her body, and she was barely conscious of Lex's slowly deflating penis inside her still wildly quivering womb. And then, when the last tidal wave, the last powerful gust had racked her body, she began weeping quietly... not knowing the exact reason and not sure whether it was because she had been physically hurt and mentally shamed... or whether in lament for the passing of her orgasm, the death of that beautiful moment which would never again return.

Now there was no movement, nothing except the loud rush of breathing from the three sprawled-out figures on the mattress and the beat of her own heart whose pounding seemed to crash into her throat. Virginia lolled her head to the side and caught a last image of Vito standing above her masturbating by the side of the mattress, his lips convulsing insanely as he too approached climax. There was a shuffle of bodies, as Lex slid from on top of her and heaved in total exhaustion onto the floor while Pop pulled his legs from beneath Virginia's head and turned his body to the wall.

Virginia turned over onto her back, her eyes staring blankly at the overhanging light bulb that seemed to hang like a symbol of her inner emptiness over her. She had had it, she had experienced the height of human emotion... and the depths of human degradation, and now the horror and revulsion of the experience swept over her in a wave of shock that was impossible for her young woman's mind to even dimly comprehend. She had been battered like a child's toy to the point that her own body's movements were no longer of any meaning to her, and now as her body throbbed with the last zephyrs of an orgasm that wouldn't stop she felt the light touch of fingers sliding up her sperm-drenched thighs. She turned and saw Vito's evilly leering face a few short inches from her loins, a vicious vindictive grin working his lips. She didn't move, but lay watching in dazed disbelief as Vito held his long hard cock in his hand, ready for entry into her.

Almost disbelieving, she saw her own pelvis make one little punching movement upward, almost as if it were inviting the further rape of her weary loins. Rather than watch, but otherwise not caring what he did to her just so long as he did not bring renewed pain, she closed her eyes and turned away from the evil little convict.

A second later, just as she had mentally prepared her body for the insertion of his heatedly throbbing prick, she heard a scuffling sound and a few vicious back-handed slaps.

"Vito, you gonna get yourself killed doin that," she heard Lex's harsh voice shout out. "Ya remember what Billy said and you still wanta fuck her. You're a crazy son of a bitch."

Then there was an arrogant but acquiescent groan, and she felt the weight of his hands lift off her thighs. Slowly she felt herself float into deeper unconsciousness, but for some reason she opened her eyes again for a short moment before she knew she would fall into a deep death-like sleep. She shivered as she saw Vito standing in a half-kneeling position, his cock poised like a javelin between his hands as he stroked it over her large splayed-out breasts. He was pulling at his long distended penis in short jack-knife thrusts, wandering his wild eyes in crazy patterns down her torso to the moist wet mound of her loins that glistened in the strong glare of the overhanging light. She watched him lurch and arch bolt upright, then felt a spurting flash of hot viscous wetness coursing over her naked breasts.

And then it was over. She floated down into a trance-like state of semi-consciousness, where voices and remembered images merged and transformed themselves into lewd nightmare flickers that slowly dissolved as the pain and battered sensation in her loins faded into the all-embracing darkness of sleep.

She was only vaguely aware when Pop's heavy body settled down between her nakedly widespread legs... only vaguely aware that her body was responding to his fucking by cumming again... and again with Lex... until they slept the sleep of the dead with her.


Virginia never knew what it was that awakened her about an hour before dawn. Perhaps it was the cacophony of snores coming from Pop and Lex. She shivered in the early morning coolness and gazed around. They were all asleep, even the vicious little Vito, who had finally come to her after the others were asleep, sneaking over toward her like a jackal coming to feed after the lions were gone. She bore a bruise on the right side of her cheek where he had hit her with his closed fist after she had not responded with an orgasm as she had with Pop and Lex.

She ached all over her body, with most of the uncomfortable throbbing coming from her battered and bruised vaginal area. Dazedly she gazed around her, still not awake enough to recall the events that brought her here, much less remember the multiple rapes of her virginal loins. It seemed that there was something missing, then she remembered... there was a fourth member of the gang: Billy, the leader who was asleep in the other room.

Or was he asleep. Pinching herself to awaken further, she listened and caught the sound of a snore coming from behind the closed door. It was only then, with a sudden surge of panic and hope that she fully realized that all of her captors were asleep at the same time.

Stealthily, she swung her legs off the soiled bare mattress and put her feet on the floor. Pop snorted, coughed, and turned on his side before resuming his baritone harmony of snores. It took two attempts to get to her feet; the first time her wobbly knees and wearily trembling legs failed to support her. With the cunning born of the trapped animal, she knew exactly what she would say if someone awakened and discovered her standing upright. She would tell them she had to go to the toilet. The naked young girl was halfway across the room before she remembered her tattered clothes. For a moment she deliberated about just leaving them, but from somewhere summoning up courage she didn't realize still existed, she padded over to the corner, stepped across Lex's nakedly sleeping figure, and grabbed her clothes.

At the door, she paused and looked behind her to make sure they were still sleeping. Satisfied, she went to the stair landing and quickly put on her ripped and tattered tee shirt and tight, hip-hugging jeans. It was only then she realized she had left her sandals behind... something she dismissed as being unimportant. No force in the world could get her back into that foul loft with those sex-crazed criminals.

All of her instincts screamed at her to run down the stairs, but some rational voice in her mind made her tred lightly on each stair and to tred well off center. In spite of her precautions, the stairs creaked so loudly that she was sure the men couldn't help but be awakened; in her mind's eye she could see them stirring, could almost hear them shouting warnings at each other.

At the bottom of the stairs it was pitch-black and she had to whip her mind to remember the details of the ground floor. Even so the terrified young girl bumped into the pickup truck and then felt her way like a blind woman toward the door.

"Dear God," she prayed silently, "please, please don't let there be a padlock on the door."

Her hand brushed across the rough wood of the inside of the garage door and encountered just a latch, which she quickly lifted.

The door, when she opened it, creaked so loudly that even the frogs outside were momentarily silenced. Virginia no longer cared about the noise. It was the hour before the dawn and the moon had long since set. The night was coal black and the dirt road leading to the abandoned warehouse was only a barely perceptible glow in the darkness. There was no doubt in her mind that escape was not only possible, but very probable.

She began running down the dirt path as fast as her long legs could carry her, expecting at any moment to hear the shouts and the sudden sound of pursuit behind her.

By the time the terrified young girl reached the gravel road leading back to the highway, she was already panting for breath and her side felt as though it had been caught in a vise. The sharp rocks on the gravel roadway cut into the tender soles of her unshod feet, and within seconds she was bleeding from a multitude of painful cuts.

As Virginia ran, she welcomed the pain; that was her punishment for the betrayal of her body, for the lewd things she had done, for the mindless, whore-like enthusiasm she had shown for Lex and Pop once she had realized the pleasure their long hard prick could bring a woman.

She ran in the darkness with the brittle stars a crown above her head and the lights of the far-off city shining like the promise of Camelot. Virginia didn't mind that she left behind a trail of blood from her feet, that her heart was pounding so rapidly it seemed about to burst into a million pieces, that a hot poker was in her side. She mentally embraced the pain, and thought wonderingly about the almost erotic, masochistic pleasure she was deriving from running barefoot in gravel. It was with something akin to regret that the young girl reached the relatively smooth surface of the concrete main highway. She stopped, her breath coming in great rasping gulps. Obviously, if pursuit started, they would assume she would head to the left toward the city lights some five or six miles away. Although her escape had been successful up to this point, she really didn't believe that she had another hour, and it would take that long to reach the city. Besides, the eastern horizon was already becoming a dirty gray color as the sun raced toward a Florida dawn. It would be light in another twenty or thirty minutes.

And so, with the wisdom of the hunted, she turned away from the protection of the lights still far-off and began running toward the right and the uncertain darkness.

The girl hadn't taken two steps before she heard the angry shouting behind her and the faint sound of running footsteps in the gravel. At a distance, she saw the warehouse where she had been held captive, fully lighted now and the lights of what was obviously the pickup truck pulling out of the garage.

Fear lent wings to her feet and she began running as though she were in an Olympics try-out, her bleeding feet completely ignored. As she fled, she rejected the suggestion from her brain that she hide. There were only sand dunes here... and they were out of the question because her footsteps would be plainly visible when the sun came up shortly.

Virginia paused for a second, her chest rising and falling painfully as she sought to get breath into her tortured lungs, and turned around to make a reconnaissance of her pursuers. As she watched, the lights of the pickup truck swung wildly off the gravel road, turned left, and began heading toward the lights of the city. She watched it, rejoicing, wanting to cry with relief, but then her mind took over and told her that these men were smart in the ways of the hunter and the hunted. It would take them only a very short time to realize that they had missed her or that she was either hiding or had gone in the opposite direction.

Quickly, then, she began running again. She ran for about three or four minutes, then paused for breath at the top of a small rise in the road. Then horror descended. Above her pained gasping she heard it. The sound of running footsteps behind her! They were still at least a quarter of a mile away, but the young girl was running into the blackness. It would be only a matter of three or four minutes before whoever it was that was chasing her was able to catch up. With the exception of Pop, all of the convicts were in top physical shape; she could never expect to outdistance them, conditioned as they were to years of hard labor on the chain gang. Panicked, she stood still... agonizing over the question of whether to attempt to hide or continue running until they finally ran her to the ground like a poor defenseless rabbit before the hounds. Then, as though the heavens had answered her prayers and mute questioning, she saw the lights of a car, still far away on the highway ahead of her. Now she began running as though there was no tomorrow which, of course, there wouldn't be if she fell captive to the convicts again. With superhuman powers of strength she never had drawn on before, she began sprinting toward the approaching lights... knowing even as she did so that the relentless pursuing footsteps had drawn even closer during her few seconds of indecision. It was obvious that her pursuer knew she was in front of him and that he had only a few moments to recapture her, for his pace had increased alarmingly. Still, though, the terrified young girl would die before going back again, and so she exerted previously untapped powers of physical energy. The lights grew closer... the unknown pursuing convict grew closer!

Then Virginia was running up a small incline. The lights had momentarily disappeared. Even before she reached the top, she realized that the running man behind her had dropped into the gully and was now only a couple of hundred yards away.

When she topped the hill, she saw the car coming toward her, and with a sudden sob of joy she knew that it was even closer than the escaped convict behind her. At once she began waving her arms frantically and ran out toward the center of the highway so the car could not swerve around her.

There was a sudden squeal of brakes and the car came to a stop in front of her.

Only a part of Virginia's rejoicing mind realized that she was screaming at the top of her voice, "Help me... oh, God! Help me!"

She saw the startled face of a well-dressed middle-aged man and a young girl. Frantically, Virginia dug at the rear door handle and sighed with relief when it opened. Without hesitation, she jumped in and locked the door, then impulsively bent forward and jammed her fist down on the lock of the girl's front door... oblivious of the wildly excited barking of a German shepherd dog alongside her.

"Help me... Oh, God! Help me! I've been raped... escaped convicts... raped... they're going to kill a senator," Virginia screamed, causing the dog to bark even louder.

"Oh, my God!" the man exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief. Then, without saying anything else, he accelerated the car. When the German shepherd continued to bark loudly and excitedly, he shouted, "Shut up, Rex. Make him be quiet, Sylvia." The dog immediately fell silent.

Virginia lay limply back against the rear seat, her chest rising and falling in short, puppy dog-like pants as she tried vainly to get her breath back. "Watch... watch out for a pickup truck," she said. "They're inside, and they're chasing me. Oh... don't let them stop you. They'll kill me."

The young girl in the front seat turned around, staring wide-eyed at the sobbing, gasping figure behind her. She watched as the events of the past 24 hours abruptly caught up with the hysterical Virginia who sobbed loudly once, gasped, and then slumped unconscious against the dog.

"She's fainted," Sylvia said.

The man, grim-faced, said nothing for a moment, then asked, "Did you hear her say they were going to kill a senator?"

Sylvia nodded.

The driver accelerated even faster as he saw a ferrety looking individual in convict clothing waving his hands in the middle of the road.

Vito dove for his life when he realized the driver was not going to stop; he hit the sandy side of the road and rolled over and down into some wild berry bushes. In pain, he cursed the driver and Virginia. Virginia, especially while, at the same time, he felt the cold tendrils of fear wrapping around his mind and body. Billy's fury was already terrible to behold; he had sworn to kill Vito and Lex both if the girl got away. From the look on Billy's face, there was no doubt that the gang leader meant it.

The little convict wanted to weep, to run. He climbed painfully to his knees, praying to his own special God that the car would miraculously run out of gas or have an accident right now.

Instead, he saw the lights of the automobile rushing toward the dawn of a new day.

In the back seat, Virginia fought to surface to consciousness. Dimly, the flickering images of memory came to her like brilliantly etched cameos. Then, feeling the warm fur of the German shepherd beside her, the painful cuts on her bare feet, and the leather seat comforting beneath her, she momentarily came to again.

Tears began streaming down her face. During the hours of her captivity and brutal rape, she had wished many times that she were dead.

When she had been sent into the kitchen, she had looked vainly for a knife so she could kill herself. It was not until she was running to freedom that the truth came to her in a blinding revelation. Life was all that mattered; to live, that was all important. To exist, to accommodate... because if one can exist through seemingly endless suffering and woes, then one comes away wearing a cloak of majesty... and with this her boundless hope for tomorrow.

She had learned many things about herself this night... things which she would hide from herself for a long time to come. But one day her mind would trot them out and she could look at them objectively.

She raised her head and saw through tear streaming eyes, that night had gone and a new day had come.


The sea wind rushed through the eaves of the large warehouse, sending draughts of humid air through the cracks in the windows and up the stairs into the rooms occupied by Lex and Virginia, the driver, Sylvia, and the German Shepherd.

Lex sat nervously silent. After his face had broken into a grin of relief at seeing Virginia captive, he had said simply, "Hi, Sylvia," out of the corner of his mouth and then gruffly but not cruelly grasped Virginia's elbow and led her back upstairs.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable around the well-dressed middle aged man, who in spite of the dimness, had put on a pair of sun glasses. The man's clothes, suave cleanliness, and unsmiling face made him look more menacing than any of the convicts. Feeling drained of hope and lifeless, Virginia sat wearily down at the small table, her shoulders slumped, and felt the return of sensation to her gravel-shredded bare feet. The pain seemed to radiate upward to her bruised and battered vagina; it throbbed in protest with each beat of her heart.

Sylvia stood with her hands on her hips and gazed around at the soiled mattresses and the litter on the floor. "Jeez, what a fucking dump," she said loudly and to no one in particular.

The driver had disdainfully pulled out a chair opposite Virginia, brushed crumbs off it, and sat down, holding his umbrella between his knee; the attaché case he had been carrying was placed on the floor by his left foot. Virginia noted that he continued to wear his hat, raincoat, and driving gloves. He waited quietly, like a sleeping coiled snake, as if he had all the time in the world.

Virginia was sitting there, trying not to weep, when she saw the German Shepherd, Rex, suddenly perk his long ears forward. He rose, his tail wagging, and went to the head of the stairs. Then he barked loudly and began noisily scrambling down toward the landing.

The driver spun rapidly, his hand blurred as it came out of the raincoat pocket clutching a snub-nosed revolver. Virginia gasped as both Sylvia and Lex froze.

A second later, they all relaxed when Billy silently padded into the room followed by the dog. His hooded eyes took in Virginia first and, although he didn't speak to her, she sensed a surprisingly quiet gentleness in his movements which made her feel slightly more at ease.

His hand dropped to Rex's ears and he scratched the dog affectionately as he nodded toward the man who had been driving the car.

It was then that Sylvia, tall, dark-haired, and sensual-looking in spite of the fact that she was probably still a teenager, stood up with a look of obvious displeasure on her face. "Whatsa matter, Billy, don't you have any kisses for me, or have ya been saving them up for your goddamn dog," she asked coarsely. When he didn't answer immediately, her eyes narrowed nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've gotten used to those penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or maybe it's this blonde bitch here," she said, tossing her head contemptuously toward Virginia.

"Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously.

"Don't tell me to shut up..." she began and her words were cut short in the middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward and viciously slapped her face; the force of the blow caused the girl to topple sideways and fall onto the mattress.

"Who is she," Sylvia spat out like an angry cat.

"That ain't none of your business." His attitude softened unexpectedly. "Besides, we wanted a little something to keep us company while we waited for you guys to show. We just might need her if things get tight with the fuzz."

Sylvia stood, obviously emboldened again by his softened tone of voice. She looked at the gang leader, then glared at Virginia across the length of the room. She was a tall, remarkably striking girl with jet black hair and large, ripe rounded breasts whose nipples appeared clearly beneath her tight, flimsy blouse. Her young face had an arrogance to it that emphasized an aggressive sexuality, and it was suddenly quite obvious to Virginia why Billy had been attracted to the woman: she was the perfect alter ego to the gang chief, whose every gesture reflected a primitive grace and animal sexuality.

The tall brunette nodded, then her lips curled in a sneer and her face flushed. "She says you all gang-banged her. Ya mean to say ya couldn't wait until I got here to get a little?"

Lex broke out with a loud guffaw, a laugh that was quickly smothered when he saw the murderous look on Billy's face. "Why should I wait for a slut like you?" he said quietly. "Did you wait? Or have the stories I've been hearing about you and 'Paddy' O'Hare been all lies?"

"Billy... honestly... I... I..." she began, and it was obvious from her expression that she was going to lie.

"Oh, shut up," he said contemptuously. "Just shut up."

The gang leader went back toward the doorway and rapidly flicked the light switch off and on three times. "Pop's out there at the turn-off," he said to Lex. "Anyone seen Vito?"

"I believe I almost ran over him," the well-dressed man said, not changing expression.

"It's too bad you didn't," Billy said. "It would have saved me the trouble of killing the son of a bitch."

A moment later, the sound of the pickup truck came from beneath the windows. This was followed by Pop's heavy foot-tred on the stairs. He, like all the others, looked relieved when he saw Virginia had been recaptured. "It's starting to rain," he said, as casual as if he were entering a barber shop for a haircut.

"You see Vito?" Billy asked.

Pop hesitated a second, then shrugged. "Yeh. I saw him cutting through the dunes coming in this direction." He looked back and forth between Virginia and Billy, then shrugged again as if he had decided to keep his thoughts to himself. His weathered face broke into a slight grin when he saw Sylvia, apparently for the first time. "Why... lookie who's come to visit! Hello, there... honey," he growled playfully.

Sylvia merely stared at him as if he were something that had crawled out of a sewer pipe, then turned her back on him.

Pop's face flushed in anger and his eyes narrowed. Virginia found herself shuddering at his look of hatred, and it was only then that she remembered her original opinion of the fat old man, that although he was not as sadistic as Vito, he was probably the most evil of all of the convicts in spite of his jolliness and friendly outgoing demeanor.

Less than a minute later, Rex moved restlessly away from Billy's side and growled low in his throat. The gang leader gave a hand signal and the dog went over to the corner and lay down.

Vito, looking white-faced and frightened, slunk into the room. His ferrety eyes blazed with murder as they swept over Virginia. "You fucking bitch," he said, and had taken one step toward the cringing young blonde when Billy's fist hit him on the side of the head. He literally flew through the air and bounced against the wall, where he slumped almost unconscious to the floor. Then, shaking his head to clear it, his eyes a cauldron of madness, he put his hand in his pocket and withdrew a switch blade knife which he flickered open. The seven inch blade leapt to life, ready to destroy.

Stone-faced, completely unconcerned, Billy pulled a revolver from his waist band and pulled back the trigger with a soft click. "Tell everyone goodbye, Vito."

Only then did the wiry little convict panic. "No... no, Billy. Don't..." he panted. "Look, I'm throwing away my knife. I didn't mean... I... NO..." The last was a scream as he saw his death warrant written on the gang leader's face. "NO!"

"No, Billy," a new voice came, a voice of authority, full of cold menace, sure of itself.

Billy spun around and found himself facing the barrel of the well-dressed man's gun.

"Put it away, Billy. Put it away... now!" the man said, his finger white on the trigger.

There was silence for a moment, a silence broken only by the sound of excited spittle sliding down Pop's throat as he swallowed, and the sudden scrabble of paws against wood as Rex scrambled to his feet.

"Stay," Bill commanded, not taking his eyes off the man. When he was satisfied that the German Shepherd was going to obey, he asked, "Why shouldn't I kill that little son of a bitch? Give me one reason. He let the girl escape. He's the one who almost got us picked up even before we left the prison. Why shouldn't I put a bullet in his fucking brain?"

"Because you need him. He's a good mechanic and you'll need him if anything goes wrong with the boat when you're en route to the island."

"He's trouble," Billy said.

"He's a mechanic, and you might need him," the man repeated.

Virginia stared at the showdown between the two men and then saw Billy's shoulders slump in defeat. Gradually he lowered his gun. The other man's expression remained unchanged; he waited until Billy's gun was back in his waistband and then put his own weapon away.

Once assured that he was safe, Vito got quickly to his feet again. He stumbled as he stood, falling against Sylvia. "Get yer cruddy hands off me, you fucking little creep," she said in disgust, shoving him away.

Pop and Lex both guffawed loudly and Billy nodded as if he finally agreed with something the tall brunette said. Vito's mouth tightened and his wiry figure stiffened dangerously.

Sylvia stood her ground, smirking at him. "Don't ruffle up your feathers at me, pigshit. You ain't got no knife to back you up now... or had you forgotten you threw it away when you were crapping in your britches a couple of seconds ago. It's too bad Billy didn't shoot you."

"Shut up, both of you," Billy said with ominous softness.

Vito stood, trembling with barely suppressed violence. His glance of hatred raked over the tall brunette's body, then flickered snake-like toward Virginia seated at the table. If anything the murderous look intensified.

Virginia shuddered in spite of herself. Vito was really the only one that truly frightened her. Pop was evil, but she had discovered last night with her mouth full of his hotly throbbing penis that she could handle his particular brand of evilness. Vito, though, was something else than human... and she was eternally grateful that he had not been given a chance to use her as the others had last night. Now she could feel his eyes course viciously down the length of her young body, and she felt vulnerable as she sensed his lust mounting anew as he made an obscene appraisal of her still partly exposed breasts and the line of naked flesh showing openly through her ripped jeans.

The young blonde hostage instinctively drew nearer to the gang leader who kept a watchful eye on Vito and her. She had already forgiven him for using her body as a wager in a crap game the night before. He had lost her in a game of chance that had as much value to the four desperate criminals as any judgment from a high court of justice. She sensed that Billy had resolved to hold his gang off from her and would do all in his power to keep them from using her as they had during the long and horrible night. He wouldn't reprimand them, but they wouldn't get the chance to abuse her again... not while he was alive!

Virginia felt relatively secure now that Billy was still here close by her side to protect her. He wasn't angry at her escape attempt; it seemed as if he liked her even more as a result. Her thoughts automatically turned to ways she might please him if she really had to, and she knew that if called upon to give herself to him she would do it in gratitude, but she would never permit herself to be handled by the others again. Yes, Billy was strong and she was going to humble herself, no matter how distasteful it might be, to the more powerful of her abductors. Only then as the chief's woman would she be protected. It was as simple as that, and yet the young girl still was deeply shaken at how the comparatively serene course of her life had been dramatically altered within a period of only a few hours.

Now she would do anything to please Billy, and she was aware that he needed her silent encouragement if he were to remain gang leader. It was strange how most of life's choices were made by outside circumstances alone. She wondered how much her choice of Bob as her fiance had to do with their first accidental meeting at a dance, and the fact that his mother and father were close friends of her parents. Now she had a choice between four escaped convicts, all of whom, except Vito, had ravished her against her will, but she still had to make a choice between them for her protector.

She knew it wouldn't take much to get any one of these men to act as a shield against the others, but the question was whether her own choice would hold in good stead. Despite her own deep-seated feelings of revulsion and fear of Billy, she knew through a second sense that he had a soft spot in his heart for her. She could tell by the way he had acted, almost tenderly, after he had raped her in the back of the truck, and she had become aware of his feelings again after he had lost the crap game. The look of sad relinquishment of her beautiful young body to Lex and Pop last night had sent a shock of momentary understanding through her tortured mind, but that had been quickly blotted out by the brutal ravishment of her tender young body that had followed.

Whatever warmth and compassion Billy might show toward her would, of course, be bestowed at no expense to the gang leader's pride and sovereignty over the others. She knew that in the final analysis she was still an object to be used and disposed of like a cheap rag doll that is thrown into the trash after its novelty has worn off and the child has lost interest. No, she could not hope for more than a passing interest in him for her safety, but meanwhile she must play this momentary tenderness he felt for her for all that it was worth. She would be his whore; somehow or the other, if she hadn't already replaced Sylvia in his affections, she would have to get rid of the other girl. But how?

She looked up dully as a sudden splatter of rain hit the windows and a gust of wind rattled sections of the tin roof.

"All right," Billy said, assuming command again. "Let's get this meeting started. Come on Lex... Pop." He looked at the ferret-like Vito, and his face twisted in disgust. "You, too."


The gang leader pulled his chair over to the table, and the others noisily followed him. The distinguished-looking man waited until the four convicts were seated, and then he carefully inspected each of their faces, obviously passing judgment. Virginia noticed that there was something distinctively different about the man that made him contrast starkly with her abductors; and yet in spite of his sophistication, there was also a sameness, a certain criminality. She watched as he set his brief case on the top of the table and began to shuffle through some papers. The man's gestures were those of an accomplished businessman who was accustomed to dealing at the highest levels of authority. He was no common criminal, and yet there was a slickness to his movements that somehow reminded Virginia of the suave gestures of the card shark or the professional gambler. No, these men were worlds apart in appearance and in thought; but something had drawn them together today that would change the course of the lives of all who were present in the warehouse... and perhaps would alter the direction of world events outside the narrow confines of the criminal mentality of her kidnappers.

Virginia noted a change in the way Billy had been acting, as the gang chief leaned toward the unidentified man sitting at the head of the table. He was no longer the snarling pack leader who asserted himself through violence and animal cunning, but he seemed as though he had consciously decided to keep his more aggressive stance in reserve until he had the new situation under his control. Yes, he definitely had changed, and there was a disturbing quality to the transformation, Virginia thought, as she watched Billy light a cigarette and lean back somewhat nervously in his chair. She sensed a slight strain between the two men that was quite different from the animal conflict between Billy and the three other escaped convicts over the possession of her body.

The adjustment that Billy, as well as the other convicts, had to make when confronted with the well-educated demeanor of the man sitting before them was obviously difficult, Virginia thought. She remembered how she and her sister Jennifer had discussed the condition of the penitentiary system, and how they had come to the conclusion that, for the most part, prison confinement only warped the minds of those it intended to reform and made them into more hardened criminals. A sociology course she had taken in college had also brought up the point that even those prisoners who were released after serving their sentences often mistrusted authority and instinctively rebelled against it. It was apparent that Billy was struggling with this problem right now, even though the man to whom he was talking was, in his own right, as much or more of a criminal than Billy himself.

Perhaps, she reasoned, it was this new breed of criminals who had grown through organized crime or through subversive political and business organizations that spelled out the end of the old era of the Al Capone type gangster. They were not only working against the law of the land, but had become adept at bending that law to suit their own corrupt interests. The likes of Billy and the other men would serve this new breed well, Virginia believed, as they were a handy weapon behind which the real culprits could hide and make their attack against the established order of society.

"Before we start, I think you should get rid of those not participating in our project," the mysterious man said, nodding his head toward Virginia.

"She ain't no problem," Billy said quietly, then he sighed, lowering to the suggestion. "Listen, baby, you get in the kitchen and help Sylvia make us somethin' to eat."

The tall brunette's eyes narrowed in anger and then she spun and slammed her way into the kitchen. Virginia immediately followed the girl, even though she was terrified at being left alone with Billy's ex-girlfriend. She could hear the men continue discussing their plan from the next room, but the voices were half-muffled by a sudden loud cloudburst of rain beating against the tin roof of the warehouse, and it was impossible to follow what they were saying.

The young blonde hostage looked toward Sylvia with dread, and abruptly she knew that her most bitter enemy was not Vito, but this female who would do anything to rid herself of competition from Virginia for the favors of the gang leader. Virginia had studied the tall brunette back in the living room and had instinctively known that the girl was insanely jealous of Billy's new relationship with her. There had been a moment in there when she had thought that Sylvia might get completely out of control, and there appeared to be no doubt that if the other girl were given the opportunity she would attempt to destroy her. Sylvia was no different than the convicts, except she would unhesitatingly kill Virginia in order to regain the privileged position of being the gang leader's girlfriend. Virginia had heard many frightening stories of fights between gang girls over possession of their men, and she shuddered as she remembered some of the more grisly details she had read about in various magazines.

"Whatcha doin' just standin' there," she heard Sylvia's strident voice ring out, bringing her back to reality for a moment. "You get these dishes cleaned up and quick."

Virginia bent quietly over the sink and began washing the filthy dishes and pans that lay on the sink, remnants of some meal eaten by someone else weeks or even months ago. Out of the corner of her eye she watched every one of the tall girl's movements as though her life depended on it. And it did! There was no way of getting around the fact that Sylvia intended to force a confrontation between Virginia and herself over Billy. In Virginia's mind, the other girl wanted her thrown to Vito, Pop, and Lex to be repeatedly raped again and made an object of their violent, most beastly desires.

"Now get into the living room and pick up the rest of them dishes and glasses on the table," Sylvia commanded once more. "We want to fix up somethin' decent for Billy."

Virginia returned to the living room, feeling very much like she had been a slave to Sylvia's harsh command all of her entire life. She paused as she began placing the remaining plates in her hands, and caught bits and pieces of the discussion between Billy and the man seated at the head of the table.

"Remember, you will be seated behind the grandstands," the man pronounced clearly to Billy and Lex. "There should be no slip-ups if you follow the plan to the letter."

Virginia saw Billy lean forward onto the table, his jaw tightened as though he were under great stress. "And what happens if they see us? You ain't told us about any backup protection."

"That will all be taken care of in due time. Right now we want to concentrate on how the first steps will be accomplished."

Virginia moved from the table, slowing a bit as she approached the door in order to hear some more of their conversation. When the stranger glanced up in her direction, she immediately returned to the kitchen.

Sylvia didn't say a word to Virginia as the young hostage bent over the sink again and ran cold water over the remaining dirty dishes. For a moment Virginia almost felt like trying to talk with the gang girl, but when she looked into Sylvia's hate-filled eyes she knew it would be useless. There was an unfathomable gap between the two young women that was made more apparent by their very gestures and forms of speaking: Virginia was soft-spoken and slightly refined in her way of expressing herself, while Sylvia had a crude coarseness that bluntly branded her as coming from the lowest segment of society.

The dishes complete, the blonde hostage turned to help Sylvia who was slicing pieces of ham onto plates for the men in the next room, but she was stopped when the sharp tip of the knife was pressed against her breasts. "Ya keep your hands off the food, I'll take care of that; and you finish cleanin' up in here," Sylvia scolded, as though Virginia were a small child. "I'm gonna take this stuff out to them. Ya just stay put, and get your ass busy and clean up the rest of the mess."

Virginia felt a surge of relief race down the length of her spine when the other girl left the kitchen. Yes, she would just as soon remain here throughout eternity than be abused by the four convicts again. So much depended on how she handled herself during the next few hours; if she irritated Sylvia unnecessarily, or brought the conflict between Billy and Vito to a head by her presence, she would be the one who would ultimately suffer. Her best chance would be to remain as inconspicuous as possible, and wait until her chance arrived to run away again, if it ever did. It might not be too difficult, since their attention was diverted from her for the moment. But when the opportunity came, she must be successful this time. Their revenge would be vicious and complete, and she just couldn't risk pushing them to the point where they were forced to get rid of her for good... if they weren't already planning to kill her. No, she would wait until she was absolutely positive that her escape would be assured, and then she would make her attempt.

"Ya finished in here?" Sylvia suddenly said from the door.

Virginia turned and nodded limply, feeling a sudden surge of hate from the gang girl that she couldn't understand.

"Then get your ass in the next room quick. Billy don't wanta have ya sittin' here by yaself when he can't watch what you're doin'."

The ugly sound of her menacing voice sliced through Virginia, and she realized that the gang girl's first confused and jealous attitude toward her was turning into one of reviling contempt that was bound to burst into an open violence soon. What the girl was and who she was no longer had any importance to Virginia, as all she could feel was Sylvia's deep enmity coming from so deep within her that the brunette's strikingly pretty face was transformed into an expression of animal loathing.

The voluptuous young blonde paused in fear and confusion, not really wanting to go out, then walked a few steps from the sink. Suddenly a flash of pain struck her face and sent her head reeling. "Ya didn't hear what I said?" Sylvia gritted her teeth and slapped her open hand hard against Virginia's face once more. "Get it moving!"

The blow had brought Virginia to her senses, and for one split second she surveyed the gang girl with equal enmity. She forced herself to turn away from the girl and turned impassively to the door. As she tried to step into the next room Sylvia's taller frame moved out from the doorway and partially blocked her. She could feel the brunette's hot breath against her cheek and could sense electric shocks of hatred radiating out from her tensed body.

"You mess with Billy, and it's the last time ya mess with anything, do you hear me?" Sylvia said in a whisper so that the others couldn't understand. "I had him before ya even laid eyes on him, and I'll cut your tits off and shove 'em up your cunt if I have to to keep him," she hissed, inching past the girl and through the door.

"All right, what's goin' on?" Billy demanded as the two women entered the living room. When neither answered, he said, "Both of you, get over there where I can keep an eye on you, and keep quiet."

Virginia brushed the tears of rage from her eyes and sat down on the bare mattress behind the table. She watched Sylvia cross the room and stand next to the window. She noticed that the girl's eyes still glowed with the reviling contempt that had sent her into the tantrum a moment before, and Virginia turned her head towards the men seated around the table.

"We got a little plan that's real interesting," Billy said, staring at Virginia, a half-grin of obvious pride on his face.

"I'd like to know what the girl has to do with the plan," the older man at the head of the table said sharply. "After all, there is a certain amount of risk involved in a venture of this nature. The greater number of participants only increases the probability of something going wrong."

"Ya keep your big words to yaself," Billy said. "She's here and she's going to be part of it."

Suddenly the large German Shepherd rose up from his prone position on the floor and came to attention next to his master's side as though he had sensed a note of urgency or danger. Billy ran his hand nervously down the animal's back, and shifted his eyes from Virginia back to the angry face of the man who pulled out some papers from his briefcase, setting them on the table before them.

"Alright, Billy," the man said condescendingly. "But let us keep in mind that you are putting yourself into a jeopardizing position. There are men higher up who won't appreciate your methods."

"Thanks for the advice fella," Billy said and slapped the dog affectionately on the rear. "But let's get on with it."

Virginia tried to appear disinterested in what was going on around her, but she found it difficult not to follow the discussion. It was obvious that the men were planning a murder that would effect the political and social life of the entire area, if not the whole country, but it was still impossible to discover the reason for the assassination or who was to be shot. Virginia almost didn't want to know, as she was aware that the very possession of such knowledge would make things increasingly hard for her. She also felt that Billy had little, if any, understanding of the implications of the horrible act he was about to commit, yet he appeared to rush headlong into the plot like a blindfolded animal being led to its slaughter.

"I want you and your friend here," the man said, pointing to Lex, "to be at the entrance to the rally before the parade begins. This will give you the opportunity to survey the area. Our men will be waiting at the first exit to pick you up after the job is completed. The Senator should be the first speaker on the program, and you'll have a perfect vantage point to get a bead on him from behind his head."

"And what if they see us?" Lex asked. "There's gonna be a big crowd there and if they get a look at us, we're done for."

"There will be no problem. On the opposite side of the stadium there will be a fist fight planned, and some of our own men will be doing it, and just before you shoot, the crowd's attention will be deflected from Senator Jorgens."

Virginia suppressed a gasp of recognition on hearing the Senator's name being spoken. She realized that the man they were about to assassinate had been an important figure in Florida politics for several years, and had developed several enemies in the underworld that centered around Miami because of his brave attack on organized crime. She recalled with a painful sense of irony that Senator Jorgens had been the very man who had been pushing hard for prison reform within the state, and along with his investigation of crime had been exposing the inequities of the penal system in Florida. Certainly the four criminals in their ignorance did not realize this, but if they did, the question was whether it would make any difference. Yes, Billy and the rest were truly being used as tools that would be discarded after their purpose had been served. There was no doubt in her mind that their death warrants had already been signed by the underworld lords. Virginia, herself, could see that as plain as daylight; but in their desperation and ignorance the escaped convicts were in no position to view the consequences of their acts.

"Yeah, but if any of them people get a glance at us, it still looks like it'll all be over," Billy answered after a moment of thought.

"We have prepared for that eventuality, Billy," the man said smoothly, talking to Billy as though he were a small child who just couldn't understand. "The moment you shoot him, another shot will ring out from behind our fist fight. It will actually be a firecracker, and there will be no weapon to be found. By the time the police get to our decoy, you and your friend will be out of the stadium."

"I don't like it," Pop said for the first time.

"What don't you like about it?" the man said, turning sharply to the new speaker.

"The part about gettin' out. That street is gonna be packed and there'll be cops to hell and back."

"Now we come to the next stage in our plan," the man said and leaned closer to Lex and Billy who sat on either side of him. "We've got to make the killing look as though it came from the protectors who've been making trouble recently.

There will be a demonstration, as there always is, planned by us, and the student protectors will be uncomfortably close to our little fist fight. Now, knowing the temper of these times, who do you think is going to get fingered, you or the Students' Alliance?"

"I don't want nothin' to do with no goddamn protest," Billy muttered, looking uncertain.

"My dear boy, don't you understand that the demonstrators will be your salvation? Who would suspect a couple of wanted men, actually appearing in public to kill a controversial Senator, when a bunch of noisy college kids will be waving signs and shouting their usual obscenities. You've just got to understand the dynamics of mob behavior. A crowd has no individuality; it does not think, it just acts, and our three ingredients, the fight, the firecracker, and the demonstrators, will more than assure you of complete success and escape."

"I don't know whatcha talkin' about," Billy said morosely. "But I get the feeling that you haven't leveled with us about why you want this goddamn Senator ripped off so real bad."

"Yeah, what's in it for you?" Vito's nasal voice joined in.

"My motives are of no special importance to you," the man nodded seriously. "Knowing too much may, in fact, be disadvantageous. I am a careful man who works for careful men, and I do not think you need to attach much importance to what you are doing. Just remember that it is through my employers that you have been able to make your escape from prison. We did that for you. We're prepared to go the rest of the way and see you get to Mexico in safety."

"I don't like the way you're runnin' everything. I think we can make this thing go better'n you, seein' that we're professionals," Billy interjected, a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind all the brain work being allotted to others, but he reacted violently to the fact that he was being forced to follow the methods of people he did not know and did not trust. A flicker of jealous concern raced through his mind when he realized that his position as gang leader was being usurped by this outsider. "We got the experience and the know-how in making a hit, anyway."

"And that is precisely why we have hired you. However, on other levels there are things you cannot do. You have no idea of the larger concerns that govern the operation," the man responded contemptuously and rose up stiffly in his chair. "The other aspects of this project should not concern you or your men."

"There ain't no other concerns right now but that we get our money. Look here, Mr. Big Businessman, you show us the stash of cash, right now, or there won't be no big operation," Billy spat out angrily, suddenly fed up with the stranger's slickness. He leapt to his feet, "Let's see the green stuff!"

The man sat motionless at the head of the table and gazed coolly across the floor past Billy to the rain splattered warehouse window. He seemed to catch everything in his calm gaze in that instant, passing his eyes from the dog sitting tensely at Billy's side to the convict at the table, and slowly flicking them past the two women.

"It's all here for you to look at," the man said and opened his briefcase, withdrawing a stack of one-hundred dollar bills. "One half now. You get the rest, my friend, after the killing."

"How do we know you won't cross us?" Pop suddenly demanded from the far end of the table.

"You don't know, do you?" the man said without raising his voice.

On command from Billy the dog jumped to its feet and moved like a shot towards the man. The man did not lose his composure, he merely said in a normal tone of voice, "Down, Rex!" The huge animal snarled in rebellion, but the stranger continued to stare directly at it. "Down," he repeated. The dog looked questioningly up at his master.

"I just wanted to give you an idea that we ain't foolin' with ya," Billy said nervously, then added, "Down, Rex." His fists were clenched as he glared at the table.

"I have no doubts about that," the would-be victim answered, smiling sarcastically. "But this is all very childish. Sit down so we can finish making our preparations."

Suddenly Billy looked cowed. All his attempts to intimidate the older man and to retain his own precarious power had failed, and he seemed almost defeated standing with his command all but gone and his pride smashed. It was obvious to Virginia that he was unable to understand the intricacies of the assassination plot, and that he was no more than a hired gunman... and not a very bright one at that. He and the rest of them were expendable items and had a limited usefulness, but none of them knew this.

Almost as if sensing his untenable position, the gang leader sat down. He stared, almost unseeingly, at the well-dressed man. All of his criminal instincts told him something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it; with a snap of his fingers the man with the briefcase could have him and the others back in prison where they would probably remain for most of their lives, living in a kind of twilight world of unfulfilled dreams and vain promises... if they weren't hit by the underworld within the walls as a lesson to others. His own men were probably more distrustful of him now than they had ever been, and this is what made things all the more painful. He couldn't stand being knocked down in front of the others as though he were just a piece of dirt. Irrationally, he thought about pulling his gun and killing the man opposite him, but one look at his own trembling hands told him he'd never pull it off.

The rain drove in long sweeps across the parking lot outside the warehouse and beat against the windows of the ramshackle building in a mounting fury that seemed to match the violence of the discussion going on inside. Virginia felt the impact of the two forces merge inside her and her very body shuddered while the argument between the opposing figures of authority continued to build in intensity. She felt her heart go out to Billy and the other prisoners as she became more and more aware that they were no match against the real professional seated at the head of the table. Even the German Shepherd lying by the gang leader's side had been prevented from attacking the man, as though the animal itself were no match against the superior will of the stranger. Virginia likened the prison escapees to a bunch of children who had lost their way in a woods and had reverted back to their primal nature, searching and stumbling down blind paths that only made them more utterly lost while their base animal selves took over.

And now, despite the fact that they had raped her and run their coarse hands over and over her body as though she were nothing more than a slut off the streets, she felt pity mixed with fear for them: did they know what tragedy awaited them, or had they been reduced to mere sub-humans by their years of confinement .. and unable to recognize that the superior cunning of the man with the briefcase was to be their own destruction?

"The money looks OK," Billy said grudgingly and counted the bills, laying them down on the table in front of the man. "When do we get the rest?"

"That, of course, comes after the killing," the man said coldly and looked down at the dog lying next to Billy.

"The boat's gonna be waiting? Ya know we'll be hot for about five years," the gang leader asked, looking at Lex and Pop almost as if he were seeking their support against this man.

"Your driver will have this map," the man said and drew out a folded chart from his briefcase. "This will show him the route marked to the private pier down the coast about ten miles. A boat will be waiting along with the balance of your payment. In a few days you'll be safe in Mexico."

"Mexico! Whooopeeee!" Vito suddenly shouted with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, clapping his hands gleefully. "Goddamn, I can't wait to get my hands on some of them senoritas!"

The stranger looked harshly across at the little convict, an expression of contempt on his face for a moment. "It is not necessarily going to be that easy. Once you get to the boat you should be relatively safe, but there still are some risks, even though we are taking all precautions at the stadium."

"What happens if them demonstrators don't raise a ruckus?" Billy asked.

"It will be impossible for them not to do so. We have our own plants in the crowd who will stir them up. I think we can assume that a few of the protectors will be injured by the police."

"That's no sweat off my back," Billy muttered. "Just as long as we get our dough and get out quick."

"You must remember to follow the agreed-upon plan. The higher ups in the organization know what they're doing. We're the only protection you have, and the protection will work only if you follow instructions."

Billy looked around the table at Lex, Pop, and Vito. They did not look back at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There was no doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them.

"Okay, fella, let's hear the rest of it," he said after a few minutes.

There were no other objections after Billy had had his say, and Virginia sat in stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was outlined before her eyes that would assassinate an important public figure and leave several bystanders dead or injured and would free the crime syndicate that was engineering the plot to operate without restraint.

The long day went on and on... interminably. Tempers grew short, and more than once, a snarling Billy was forced to back down. Time and time again, the men went over the plan, each one learning his part in the operation until it was committed to memory. It was late afternoon before the man folded his maps and packed them away in his briefcase. Billy had followed the complicated plan throughout the day while occasionally one or two of the others had to be nudged awake because of the humid, stupefying heat. Periodically, as the afternoon wore on, Virginia felt Pop's and Lex's eyes returning to view her half-naked young body in obvious remembrance of what they had done to her the night before. Sylvia slept, unmindful of the conversation going on around her. But the snake-like eyes of Vito didn't sleep; they followed Virginia's every movement and they plainly said what he would like to do to her later that night. The others had gotten theirs and with Sylvia on hand to complicate things it looked like he might have the opportunity to take advantage of her when the others became distracted with the final steps of the assassination plot, and he was left alone with the girl.

Finally, the well-dressed man and the gang leader moved toward the door. "Okay, it's all set to go," Billy said, standing at the stairway. It was then he seemed to relax a little and asked quizzically. "But one other thing. How come ya thought of hiring us to do the rip-off?"

The stranger smiled for the first time and raised his briefcase off the floor. "We look for experts and found them. We put no cost level on gunmen we hire, you ought to know that from the conversations you had in the Pen."

"Yeah, that's right," Billy shrugged, sounding only half-assured. He was still standing there, looking uncertain, when he closed the door behind him without even waiting for the stranger to leave the warehouse.


Virginia was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the house even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she would be, without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands of her captors. But the man with the briefcase had brought more fear into her than ever would have been possible had she merely been sequestered with these criminals alone. Suddenly she had an image in her mind of what the outside world would be if political assassinations were permitted to go unchecked and unsolved; and it didn't look good. It would be a world of steadily mounting chaos where the strongest ruled the weak, and where the law of the land would become the savage rule of survival of the fittest. Right now the wanton abuse of her body and her loss of complete self-respect seemed almost inconsequential in comparison to what they were about to do tomorrow; yet she knew that when the moment came, and she had to submit to them once more, she would react with as much revulsion as she had before... because it was happening to her! A rape was here and now! And there was no way of escaping the humiliation, especially with these men.

"Why dontcha make yaself comfortable, honey?" she heard Sylvia ask Billy in an obsequious tone. "Maybe I can fix ya somethin' to eat."

"Goddamnit, just get me some whiskey and leave me alone, will ya?" he answered gruffly, weary, uncertain, and still angry at the discussion he had had with the overbearing stranger.

The others sat quietly and averted their gaze from Billy, knowing that it would be sheer idiocy to cross their gang leader at this moment. They knew what he was capable of doing, and were fearful that he might erupt into an uncontrollable violence after he had been rather abruptly put in place so many different times during the long day. He had been humiliated and beaten at his own game, and now he was momentarily reduced to the same level as the other men. That would mean that he would try to assert himself more vigorously than he ever had before; after all, he was now challenged on all sides, and a cornered animal has no choice other than to fight violently for its life.

Virginia sat and watched Billy extend his glass for Sylvia to fill it to the brim. Time seemed to stand still in the warehouse, the afternoon had worn into the lazy summer half-light of early evening. The rain had stopped and over the hazy skyline of the nearby city a burnished sunset glow lit up the horizon. Soon it would be night, and Virginia's fear of what the men planned to do to her next began to grow. Lex, Pop and Vito were crouched down next to the wall at the far end of the room; they had begun shooting craps, and with each crack of the dice Virginia felt as though a new verdict or further confirmation of her ravishment was being sealed. Once Vito stared back at her, and Virginia caught a sliver of light that glittered up from the evilly swirling depths of lust in his eye. The silence was ominous, and the intermittent sounds of Billy pouring himself more whisky and the dice clattering against the wall only made it all the more frightening.

The thought struck Virginia that the dice playing, the drinking, and even that vile expression of animal lust she had experienced last night and undoubtedly would be subjugated to again, were expressions of a deep inner fear that embraced each of the four men. Death was near, it was inescapable, and if they couldn't out-run it, then they could at least blind themselves to its approach. Even Sylvia seemed to be aware of it, and she sat silently drinking alongside Billy, her movements strangely tranquil, almost a mirror image of the gang leader's gestures of quiet desperation. Slowly the silence seemed to break with the growing chatter from the men crouched near the wall, and Virginia sensed that plans for the night were being made again. Occasional furtive glances were shot up towards her seated figure, and she tried to make herself as stiff and unobtrusive looking as possible. She was grateful for the glass of whiskey Billy had poured for her earlier, and now she sipped from it, feeling it course through her veins and relaxing her somewhat. Then, suddenly, she remembered the dog; and for some reason, she shuddered at the thought of the huge animal lying in watchful repose at its master's feet.

She wanted to blot it out: she just couldn't stand the sight of the animal. If she tried to escape, he would stop her!

As if sensing her thoughts, Rex raised his head and stared at her.

But the strange irrational feeling subsided as quickly as it had come upon her, and she was left to handle more realistic considerations of how she was going to avoid further attacks from the four criminals. She hoped beyond hope that Billy would make some kind of sign to assure her that she would be his for the evening. The thought of him possessing her was not pleasant, but it was preferable to her other alternatives. She knew too that she had been on his mind. If he took her tonight he would have the wrath of the gang girl to deal with, and if he didn't, he knew he had to give her to the others. Her eyes wandered across the room to the soiled mattress where Lex and Pop had raped and ravaged her, kneading her body into tortured balls of humiliated flesh the night before. And now she found herself muttering a silent prayer, a silent pleading that Billy wouldn't let them do that to her again.

"It's getting late. Don't you think we oughta head to bed, honey?" Sylvia's voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence.

The gang leader remained morosely silent, but the others responded by moving away from their crap game and facing Billy and his former girlfriend.

"If you want to have Sylvia tonight, there ain't no reason, it seems to me, we can't have a go at little Miss Sweet Pussy here one more time," Lex said, and grinned at the laughter he had provoked from Vito and Pop.

Billy looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had ended several hours earlier smiled.

"Well, there's been a change of plans, Lex, old boy," Billy said thickly, the alcohol he had drunk obviously affecting his speech. "She's sleeping in my bed tonight!"

Virginia felt her heart plunge into her throat. Yes, it was happening, and she just couldn't believe that this was going on right before her own eyes. It wasn't much, but she wouldn't be raped by all four of the gunmen again, at least tonight.

"Billy, Billy," Sylvia cried out, a sound of pain erupting from her throat. "What are you doing? We've been together so long. You can't do this to me."

"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the word, don't you or nobody question it."

"Please Billy, I been waiting for you so long, and now you go and do this thing to me!"

"Shut up, I said," Billy snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "You heard my decision. You should have thought about it earlier, when you were giving Pete O'Hara one of your special blow jobs and fucking half the raunchy turds in his gang."

"Billy! You can't do this to me," she screeched, "I won't let you."

There was a moment of pause, deadly in its silence, then Billy spoke again. "I'm tired of your goddamn complaints." He turned and looked at the men, a sardonic look in his eyes. Then he cast his gaze back toward the enraged contorted face of the gang girl and grinned. "I'm making you guys a little present."

A loud wail of protest came out of Sylvia's mouth. What Billy intended to do at this moment was only too clear, and she shook her head from side to side in disbelief. The gang leader and his former girlfriend stared at each other for an instant, then Billy shrugged and waved his hand toward the ferret-like little convict in a gesture of indifference. "You've been waitin' a long time, Vito. Go to it! She's all yours! Do what you want to her. Leave a little something for the other boys. Maybe you should teach her a little discipline."

A shock ran through the room. Vito, like a weasel after a rabbit, responded immediately, bounding across the room and covering the distance between himself and Sylvia in a single leap. He landed on her stomach and crushed her flat to the floor. Sylvia wrenched her voluptuously tall body and kicked her legs out futilely on either side of him, but the speed and suddenness of his attack were too great for her, and she lay writhing and screaming obscenities beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of escape.

Vito clung to her, saliva running lewdly from the corners of his mouth, and his greasy hair falling over his eyes; he looked like a bird of prey ready to devour its helpless, fear-stricken victim in a savage feast. He had been denied a part in the proceedings too long, and his near-insane emotions had built to an explosive peak of anger and unbearable frustration. He had thought that he might finally get his chance at Virginia tonight, but in a way this was even better, he considered, recalling how Sylvia had teased and flirted with him safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare touch her because she belonged to Billy. Then there had been her statement earlier in day about his being a "little creep." He would pay her back a thousandfold for each insult, for each suggestive smile she had given him, and for each prick-teasing touch to his arm that had driven him half-crazy with a lust that he had known he couldn't possibly satiate while Billy was leader.

But now her situation had changed, and their roles were reversed, the prize of the leader's girl lay utterly prostrate and helpless beneath him. He had permission to do anything he wanted to the slut. Billy no longer cared what happened to her and had even chosen that she be taken first by Vito whom she had tormented and tortured for so long.

Virginia watched in horror from her position on the end of the mattress where she sat next to Billy's chair. She wanted to help the poor defenseless girl, but could not. No one, even Billy, could have torn the lust-crazed Vito from the sensuous young brunette's body, now. Virginia realized that she was just as helpless and vulnerable as Sylvia, and the knowledge increased her fear and dread at the horrible spectacle transpiring in front of her.

She watched as Vito pulled the face of the girl to him and mashed his thin, spittle-covered lips down hard on her gaping mouth. The kiss was hard and brutal and the girl tossed her head in an attempt to wrench her mouth out from under his, but the movement carried through with a force that sent her head rattling against the floorboards.

Sylvia grunted in startled pain from the shock and then incoherent mumblings of panic began pouring from her lips, and she tried once again to escape as she looked up at Vito's evil little face so contorted with murderous rage and violence. She screamed and then her breath stopped short as she saw the attack coming; his palm swinging in a wide arc over her exposed face. The blow came down hard, and her head hit against the floor again with a loud thud. He slapped her rapidly about half a dozen times until her shrill screaming ceased. Virginia thought that surely the girl must be unconscious, and Vito must have thought the same for he began unhooking his pants. Sylvia's head rebounded off the floor and she succeeded in scrambling to her knees in a burst of energy that only fear can bring.

"Billy, please, help me, baby," the girl screamed in a frantic voice.

Vito's second series of slaps came from the side and landed on the kneeling girl's face in a loud sound of hard flesh hitting soft flesh; the force of his blows sent her flying backwards halfway across the room, where she thudded against the wall.

From her position on the mattress, Virginia watched in disbelief and utter dismay. It didn't seem possible that Vito could treat the girl as roughly as he did or that Billy would allow it, but she could see with her own eyes that it was true. She shuddered to think that the same murderous treatment by the gang could well be applied to her at any moment if she didn't cooperate.

Vito lurched across the room and dragged his half-conscious victim back across the floor until the couple were once again directly in front of Virginia and Billy. He slapped Sylvia again, and Lex and Pop smiled uncertainly from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew that their turn with the proud, arrogantly tormenting bitch would come soon and, although they were as ready as Vito to turn their long pent-up resentment and lust on her in revenge for the haughty way she had treated them, they still did not want the merchandise harmed.

The dark-haired girl was barely conscious now, and Virginia watched in stunned disgust as Vito's beady eyes greedily surveyed the feast spread before him. Then he began ripping the clothes off her sensually limp young body as rapidly as possible. Lex and Pop moved closer from across the room until they hovered directly over the couple, their eyes gleaming with lewd desire. This is the way it had looked last night, Virginia thought, when it was me on the floor.

Vito's long bony fingers curled around the collar of the girl's dress, then with a sudden rip he tore the entire front of her dress from her upper torso, exposing the luscious fullness of her large, nakedly firm breasts with their quivering, pink-areole nipples that had stiffened into hardness upon contact with the air.

Sylvia started into full consciousness at the sudden assault and once again attempted to pull herself to her knees, but Vito used his foot to brutally shove her back to the floor, yanking both the dress and her sheer bikini panties off her long, slender tapered legs in a quick savage movement. The voluptuous brunette lay totally exposed and defenselessly naked underneath him now, her ripe curvaceous body contrasting dramatically with his ferret-like form.

There was no resistance left in the gang girl, but Vito didn't let up his animal-like attack for a minute. The sex-crazed little convict clawed and pulled like a madman at her softly quivering breasts and wide, firm-fleshed buttocks. He pulled at the poor girl's brown, berry-like nipples as though he were attempting to tear them off, causing her to shriek continuously in pain. Then he sprang to an obscene sitting position on her tautly writhing abdomen and curled his fingers around her small wasp-like waist in a vicious grip that brought tears of fright even to Virginia's gaping eyes.

The young blonde hostage felt tears of pity spilling uncontrollably down her own cheeks as the evil little Vito unzipped his fly and slowly twisted his pants down his legs to his ankles where they remained bunched in an obscene knot. Then laughing like a maniac, he forced Sylvia's legs brutally upright, then dropped his thin body beneath them and fell onto her quivering chest, crushing her hard against the floor once again.

The couple's feet were just inches away from Virginia who sat on the mattress, and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's pink-fleshed pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of sparsely curling black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth had parted slightly to reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips between them. Then Vito savagely forced the girl's legs further apart and the jagged inner lips surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth-looking flesh of the tight stretched opening. Above the defenselessly naked target of the girl's vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his sperm-inflated balls dangled between his parted legs. A thin stream of clear, sticky-looking lubricant had already seeped out of the gaping hole at the head of his lust-swollen penis, and Virginia shivered in revulsion and disgust at the sight of it.

The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully cringing abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her already squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now fully erect member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there for what seemed to be several eternities.

Virginia could see the blood-engorged cockhead throb and jerk as it slowly expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel brutally into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer of vaginal flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all the way to the hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's lips.

"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!"

The blood drained from Virginia's head, and she sank back in a near-faint against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's wildly thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the point where she thought she was going to pass out completely, but she didn't. Instead, her heart beat in her throat and she began trembling, half in fear and half in something she didn't quite understand. An obscene memory suddenly flooded into her mind without warning. She had been brutally taken like this last night! It had been different with... with, who? Who? Abruptly she remembered!

She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel violation of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the beach and peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image of the boy fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his turn! Jennifer had been wildly ecstatic, lewdly enthusiastic and enjoying it as she lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an effort to force his penis deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting loins that writhed so wantonly back and forth while her vagina climbed steadily up the lewd pole of the boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting into her like a piston rod.

Everything looked the same to Virginia, except that now she could see the all-too-vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to Vito's wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips disappeared back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft forward again. There was one other difference between the scene with Jennifer, her sister, and what was happening here! Jennifer had been almost delirious with sexual enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a wounded animal.

Virginia wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was useless. Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a yelling mass of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before Sylvia became adjusted to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have interfered if he wanted to; he had offered the gang girl to Vito and allowed the brutal little sadist to mistreat her, and now Vito's first maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing cunt had sealed the poor helpless girl's fate.

Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face, too stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous body to escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She was trapped... trapped, and he lay over her for a moment wanting her to realize the helplessness of her position, proud that he could hurt her this way.

From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him to the point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he could only get his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he was skewered into her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of flesh that he could hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever you want." The wiry little sadist reveled in the power he had over the leader's former girlfriend as he flexed the head of his impatiently throbbing cock against the tight wall of her wetly cringing cunt, bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's gaping mouth.

Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of being the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the sadistically sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and assurance had plunged to depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest imagination. She knew that she would be tossed to Lex and Pop -both of whom hated her arrogance when Vito was through with her body. They would shamelessly abuse her and violently fuck her when and how they desired until her young body lay hopelessly battered on the dirty floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it happen to other girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. Never!

"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as Vito flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again.

"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly.

Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy continued to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching Virginia on the mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend stonily and without sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men and he couldn't go back on it. The sensually naked brunette began to toss her head wildly from side to side on the dirty floor as the realization struck her with grim certainty that she had completely lost her power over her only possible defender... that another woman had taken her place... and she was no longer the proud and untouchable queen... only another helpless female.

Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper, beginning to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the full length of his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl pulled back under him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the floor in pain, and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body. Her mouth gaped open wide as her jet black hair flailed from side to side on the hard floorboards again and again in utter anguish. A whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito clenched his cruelly digging fingers under the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs forward until her knees were pressed against her shoulders. She was wet and open and helpless now, and he had complete access to her voluptuous young body as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing brutal, hard-driving strokes.

"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then gagged in pain.

There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Virginia thought Billy wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry," the gang leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body, "but I ain't got no sympathy for bitches that cross me."

"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to no one in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless.

Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without any prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his flat palm down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were choked back deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her mouth in incoherent mumblings and piteous gurgling. The sadistic Vito, inflamed by her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his hand over her mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Virginia thought that surely the girl would suffocate, but all the while the mumblings continued while Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her more violently and brutally than before.

Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her shoulders and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her head.

Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry little body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in an even more lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness thrust mercilessly with all his strength into the tight little cuntal opening of her upraised crotch being presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. The long dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated balls swung lewdly beneath his legs, slamming fiercely into the sweating crevice of her quivering young rectum with each harsh stroke; the obscene sight caused Virginia to shiver with terror and repugnance from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of the couple.

She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut out those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an attempt to separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring before her, but she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard Vito ram into the gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down against the floorboards.

Virginia stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve his pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a maniacal sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly fleshed buttocks down hard against the floor, and when he pulled outward he dragged her whole sweating body up with a wet sucking sound. Virginia thought that surely Vito would kill the tall brunette as she saw right before her eyes his already long, blood-engorged instrument expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions with each stroke he made into the girl.

The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight of the wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being drawn out and then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white cock made into her moist warm hole.

And then Virginia gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming from deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the girl one final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor. He buckled and collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully quaking chest as his naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his white sticky sperm deep into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt.

Virginia saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips, holding her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his wildly jerking penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky liquid bubbled up and overflowed around the thick base of his wetly glistening cock, the heated cum oozing down his trembling thighs and into the wide-spread crevice between Sylvia's buttocks.

As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and battered cunt, Virginia could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out until it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the bare wood floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito continued to lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap, until his gradually deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like cunt with a wet sucking sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily to his feet, and stood over the girl's limp defeated form with a proud expression on his face as he pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly. She wasn't so high and mighty now, she was no longer too good for him, and she and everyone else knew it. He delighted in the way she flinched and closed her eyes, unable to protest any longer, when she saw him smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that was filled with his hot cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he had forced Sylvia down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him against Billy in the future.

Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound soaked and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had just pumped into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago she had been the proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and now she had sunk to the depths of the gang whore from where she could never return.


Virginia turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Virginia sensed it was because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never seen him so aloof, and she was glad for some reason she didn't understand, that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.

Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.

The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his leadership. Virginia knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how perverted or gross, and to please him so as not to lose her position of favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."

Virginia's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Virginia, glaring at them both with a look of implacable hatred.

"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."

Chills ran the full length of Virginia's spine as the girl's bitter eyes seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a drunken woman. Virginia looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. She was much taller than Virginia and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing eyes reminded Virginia of a cat that was about to pounce, and Virginia shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, Virginia sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she considered responsible. And that person was Virginia! Instinctively, the young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.

Virginia began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to turn to.

Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably Vito.

As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as though he were her absolute last hope in life, trembling like a frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197 stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right. Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.

The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with Virginia to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he started thinking like that.

Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking encouragement to "fuck harder!" It had been humiliating for her, he guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle.

His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the tightening of Virginia's hand on his arm once again. He started when her fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Virginia with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to pounce on the crouching Virginia, then she did exactly that...

"Catch her, Lex," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.

Lex jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards Virginia, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a moment in mid-air, then fell back against Lex's chest, her falling weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as she realized her attack on Virginia had only succeeded in speeding her ravishment by another one of the men.

Lex grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would look like warmly oval around his long white cock, and he was about to find out now.

He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would spew it into her until her Adam's apple bobbed up and down as she gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidity that jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do to her.

Virginia froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or hesitation if she got the chance. Virginia also knew that she was lucky it was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her. But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for this was what had happened to her last night when Lex had brutally raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her virginal mouth.

"What ya movin' back for?" Lex chuckled down to the once-haughty girl kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya might as well enjoy it."

Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the shabby room that she knew Lex was right and that she was hopelessly cornered.

Then, even as Virginia watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Lex or the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch of her belly.

No... there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for later... when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away.

Yes, it was Virginia's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under ordinary circumstances. Virginia had taken her protector away from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, she would make Virginia suffer each indignity she was going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Virginia would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, Virginia would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had to and more... and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again... maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her, the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia," they called her now.

Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry expression on the faces of Lex and Pop... and Vito again. Her fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them. There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat... just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in the past.

"That's right," Lex hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"

Sylvia's glance shot up to Lex, her eyes burning in a reflection of her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into a kind of mask, a death mask, expressionless and totally immobile as though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all feelings, both mental and physical. Lex bent down and cupped his hands over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still, looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside her.

"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming hoarse from his mounting excitement.

He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would with her.

"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it good."

Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and Lex smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clit.

His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint.

Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the searing pain.

"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.

Lex turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. She jerked and squealed again. Lex grinned from ear to ear obviously enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.

Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around... well, she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and hate.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in disgust and revulsion as Lex's free hand struggled with the opening of his pants.

"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't gonna hurry. No, we got lot's a time."

He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then, suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from his belly.

"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of dismay. "I want to give you lots of room to work with."

Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers down his heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around his ankles. Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood-engorged penis cleaving out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac of his balls squashed against the seat of the chair. She fought the urge to slam them with her closed fist. But the gang girl knew better than to resist now, and she focused instead on the revenge she would seek later when she had the advantage. She flinched but didn't protest as Lex's free hand began to roam in wild excitement over every inch of her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a position of lewd subservience before him.

Lex's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been denied him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan making a sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm globular breasts, her resiliently rounded asscheeks, and the smooth soft flesh at the curve of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand no longer the maddening torture building deep in his balls.

Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair and pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his jutting groin. Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently pulsing penis with its mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant inches in front of her. Her mouth tightened in revulsion as his free hand circled around the long thick cock and gradually pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous head. The stocky convict shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he began moving the thick blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began trembling again in shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot poker over her cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth.

Virginia's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was forced to remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his throbbing hardness rub over the softness of her face as his thick finger began to fuck rapidly in and out of her defenselessly puckering little rectum.

"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her anus.

"Open your mouth," Lex commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky black hair, pulling the skin back from her temples.

Virginia's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation and torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before her unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when Pop had fucked in and out of her mouth?

Lex began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted lips as he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He spread his heavy thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into the hairy depths surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling painfully in the jet black hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the fleshy, swollen sac of his balls dangling down between his widespread legs, then slowly forced her face down the inner sides of his eagerly trembling thighs.

Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no longer, he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free now, yanked her head roughly by the hair until her face was once again poised directly over his long violently throbbing cock. Without further hesitation, he gruffly thrust his loins forward and groaned when the warm moistness of her open mouth closed over the sensitive head of his pulsating hardness.

"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl hunched over his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present."

Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and humiliation that would come to her if she refused him. Virginia watched the lewd effects of the gang girl's efforts play over Lex's face as the convict felt the first moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his cock, then the warm suction when she slowly lifted her head and let his long member slide wetly through the tightly clasping insides of her mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and shame escaped from Virginia's lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of the previous night and her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened penis in the same utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, coupled with her own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Virginia's suddenly moistening vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin thinking of other things.

"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Lex grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at her hair. "Suck harder, harder... suck goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more like it, you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh..."

Sylvia's head began a rapid bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The flesh of her tightly compressed lips pulled out grotesquely and clung to the long white trunk of his penis as she nibbled and licked, her frightened mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, and the nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so that the entire long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Virginia's eyes.

"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from the tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin.

The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's long black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male hardness farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly to the side in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his hardened shaft sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly oval mouth and disappeared with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded from between her lips.

Virginia twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's chair and watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's attention wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of passion that they had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's dancing torso, her naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as her mouth pumped up and down over Lex's still erect cock. Pop hovered anxiously around the couple, his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation while he waited his turn with the haughty fallen queen of the gang and Vito leaned against the wall, stroking his own once again hardened cock between both of his hands at the same time. Virginia glanced up at Billy, a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he looked at her impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. She found herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he had said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he was excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would do terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to him. No matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would get her safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted scene that threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could be as bad as this, even submitting to Billy's whims.

Lex groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked young brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel the spongy heated head rub the full length of her tongue before embedding itself deep in her throat, and could taste and smell the sharp pungent flavor and odor of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that seeped from the tip of his cock in his rising excitement. But she didn't think about what was about to happen; she considered instead the cruel and bizarre punishments she would mete out when she got her hands on the rotten blonde bitch who was responsible for this. Her thoughts returned to the task at hand only when Lex's hands pushed her wetly clinging mouth down harder on the long hard cock screwing so mercilessly into her face.

She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy seas over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely oval lips, wanting him to cum and get it over with. Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the smooth wet insides on the outstroke and expanded them on the instroke, allowing her hot breath to race over the air cooled trunk with a maddening rhythm. Lex's semen-laden balls beat a staccato rhythm against her upturned young chin, and the saliva-matted curly blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed against her face with frantic thrust for release.

Lex's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and even matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He clasped his palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movement even more, as though she would do anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst. He wanted to debase and completely humiliate this smart-ass little prick-tease for all the times she had deliberately tormented him when she was under Billy's protection.

Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made Sylvia's predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was sucking voraciously on Lex's rapidly expanding cock while both she and he knew that Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the way he had brought Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend of their leader to work to please him like the lowest of prostitutes. He watched her lick and suck on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the image transcribed itself obscenely on his brain, he felt the pressure growing in his balls... and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He could hardly wait for the moment when he spewed his white hot stream of cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and forced her to swallow it down that pretty little throat of hers.

The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her desperation, and he felt the unbearable pressure building, building deep in his impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on a ticking time bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more waiting, something had to give before he exploded in a thousand different directions. Then he felt his erupting sperm begin its mad race up the long length of his insanely jerking cock. The moment was now!

He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up into her slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair and holding her head tight against his loins while he rammed his long exploding shaft into the tight warm softness between her tongue and the roof of her sucking mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils. His hands pressed hard against her cheeks so that her mouth tightened while he convulsively fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft sanctity of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm bloated her cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she swallowed frantically to keep from choking... gasping and gagging at his thrusting loins. His hands tangled in her hair and held her warmly oval mouth tight to the emptying cock while he shot the last of his heated load deep into the confines of her still sucking mouth and until every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had been nibbled from his rapidly deflating hardness.

The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the girl's mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and loosen, swallowing in great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and throat of his warm pungent sperm.

Virginia was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved spectacle of Lex cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even noticed Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved buttocks from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention reeled back to her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise from the chair and felt his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a standing position. She began trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as Billy, incited by the lewdly obscene performance, began leading her across the floor to his room and the long night of submission that awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's authority had provided for Virginia only a temporary respite, she realized with dreading full awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a sex slave as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy, whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small and pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to his room, hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the grossly fat Pop prepared to take his turn at her.


The yellow triangle of light shining into Billy's room from the hallway slowly disappeared across the bare wooden floor when he reached back and softly closed the door behind them. In that moment before the door sealed her fate with a small click, Virginia thought she saw a tiny room with a blanket-covered mattress in the corner. An empty light fixture hung from the ceiling, but it didn't work, and Billy disappeared from his position close behind her to flare a match... then the shabby room glimmered with the light of a candle.

Virginia sighed without much feeling as the bleakness of the dismal room registered on her exhausted mind. She had been horrified and shocked for so long that she couldn't have worked up any further distress if she had wanted to. Actually, though, when she looked around the dimly lit room with a view of starless sky evident beyond one cracked window, it seemed almost cozy, and she was glad to be there with Billy instead of back down the hall under the harsh glare of the hanging light, suffering further indignities from the others.

The voluptuous young blonde stepped forward willingly when Billy's hand reached through the darkness and circled her slender wrist, pulling her down on the mattress beside him. Then the door swung open again, and she watched dully as he grunted in irritation and crawled back to his feet, walking across the room to slam the door. It sprang open a second time but he left it, exposing them to a long low wail of anguish from Sylvia once again being assaulted in the other room by the men. Virginia's heart began to pound as the piteous sounds stirred grim images in her mind of what was about to happen to her. She wanted to plead with Billy to close the door again, but she didn't. She sensed that the gang leader had fallen into a sullen bitter mood, and she was deathly afraid of inciting his anger.

She jumped when his hand settled on her shoulder, pushing her backwards, but she fell obediently onto her back on the mattress. She stared as though in a trance at the light from the hallway reflecting now on the ceiling, too frightened to turn her head when she heard him stripping the clothing from his muscular body. She heard him unzipping his pants, then his belt hit with a loud clang against the floor, and she stiffened as he sat down on the mattress to pull the trousers and his undershorts off his ankles. Then there was just the horrible suspenseful silence which was broken only by occasional male grunts of passion mixed with small feminine protests coming from the other room.

Virginia quivered and waited for the weight of his naked body to fall suddenly and heavily in plundering passion on her vulnerably reclining form, but it didn't. Instead, he sat quietly next to her, his deep breathing the only evidence of his rising passion, and glanced for a moment at the flickering shadows the candle cast on the crumbling walls before he turned slowly to her small deliciously curving form. Virginia didn't have to glance to the side to know that he was studying her barely covered young body, his hungry eyes traveling a slow burning path of hot desire and admiration up the entire length of her form, coming to rest on the protruding outline of her large ripe firm breasts beneath the torn ragged t-shirt.

"You're pretty," Virginia suddenly heard a voice speak softly below the frantic rising shrieks of Sylvia that were rapidly growing louder in intensity from the other room, and her first impulse was to cast a frightened glance around to see who it was that had spoken so gently. But no new assailant appeared, there was only herself and Billy on the mattress with their two separate shadows dancing against the wall. It was Billy who had spoken in that strange, suddenly tender voice. But it was a Billy that she hadn't prepared herself for after the long day in which he had seemed even more aloof and dangerously angry than usual. She had sensed a certain well-hidden protectiveness in his attitude towards her at first, but after his humiliating encounter with the stranger it had seemed to vanish. Now its reemergence left her confused and frightened. She had finally decided after permitting Vito's sadistically cruel assault on Sylvia, and obviously enjoying what the little killer had done to his ex-girlfriend, that he was as much an animal as the others. But now with this sudden tenderness of the leader she was unsure again.

"I hope they didn't hurt ya," he spoke to the wall and then bent his head, almost as though he didn't want to face her from shyness or embarrassment.

"I'm still alive," Virginia said suspiciously and glanced at his profile in order to see his reaction to her words. She didn't want to get her hopes up. She was surprised when he sighed heavily in seeming agreement at the horror of her predicament the previous night.

"Aaaggghhhh, NO! You're killing meeeeeee!"

Sylvia's high piercing shriek that came down the hall like the long wail of a siren interrupted the tender scene. Virginia hoped desperately for the second time since she had entered the small cave-like room that Billy would get up and close the door, but he didn't and she was still too aware of the power of life or death he had over her to ask him to do anything at all for her. Instead, he once again won her startled surprise when he unexpectedly reached into the pockets of the pants he had already removed and left on the floor, and then lit a cigarette; his face turned towards her revealed an unhoped-for gentleness over the flare of the match in his hand.

Virginia waited for a seeming eternity while he leisurely smoked the cigarette and her torn emotions gradually changed from suspicion and fear to relief and acceptance. Yes, she thought, there was just no way of getting around the fact, as shocking and unacceptable as it would be if she were still back in her normal world, that it was better that she be sexually taken by Billy, as she knew he was going to do in a few minutes, and that she would find herself once again suffering brutal and sadistic indecencies at the callous hands of the others.

This reassuring train of thought came to a sudden halt when Virginia noticed Billy impatiently stubbing out his cigarette on the dirty bare floorboards after only two puffs. He turned towards her, revealing his fully naked body for the first time, and to her own surprise and amazement she didn't cringe or even glance away. She supposed that they had beaten and abused her so much in the last twenty-four hours that nothing could move her now except the terror of being thrown to the others to be used as a plaything as she had been before. Virginia jerked suddenly as Sylvia's abject pleading moan and loud, sadistically gleeful laughter came from the next room. Yes, yes, she shuddered and sank back onto the bed, anything Billy did would be better than being the subject of those foul male comments coming down the hallway now, indicating that Pop was fucking into Sylvia while Lex and Vito watched in lewd pleasure.

Billy laid his hand on Virginia's shoulder, mistaking her slight tremble in response to the crude remarks from the other men, as the beginning of surrender. And in a way, the half-drunk gang leader was right. Virginia's will to resist had finally been destroyed by the unrelenting torture and cruel pain that the men had put her through. At some inexact moment since the convicts had forced her into their truck off the country road, she had given up the struggle. She, herself, wasn't sure of when the exact turning point in her anguished emotions had occurred, for her resistance had disappeared so gradually and imperceptibly under the seemingly endless torture. All she knew now was that her hopes had changed, and she no longer aspired to escape the men but simply to endure them... to exist... to live! More than anything, she hoped that they wouldn't hurt her any more, and that when Billy made love to her, he wouldn't do it too cruelly. Her determination had been overcome by a fatigue-wracked desire to escape further pain, and now the tenderness with which he caressed her helped allay her fears... and she lay beneath him quietly and docile.

The convict, sobering now from the sight of the voluptuous young girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, looked at her almost with reverence. He would have given anything in the world to possess her under different circumstances; to come home from a big office where he had a good thing going that enabled him to make the right pay-offs and live in peace... and find her waiting for him. Yeh, she was surrendering to him now. But what else could the poor little bitch do? He would have given everything to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. Or if not her, at least someone like her, someone young, pure, innocent, who thought he was and always would be Number One. The others had taken her last night, it was true, but he had heard her screams as they forced themselves on her with sheer brute strength; and anyway, her being there in the first place had been his own fucking fault. Then he'd heard her finally cumming and he had wished he'd been the one to do that for her. No, that didn't really count; the real obstacle between them was the ugliness of his past, his present, and his future. She was something only vaguely glimpsed through lace curtains, singing at a piano, when you're broke and on the lam. He could hardly expect her to throw herself at a two-bit criminal with his record. And tomorrow his role as fugitive would be sealed forever; sure, he'd be the big man then, but there would be no more chances for him to make a new start of it. After tomorrow, having a girl like that .. well, it just couldn't happen! He would try to make it out of the country, and then maybe after a few years he could stop running, settle somewhere and build a new life. No, he would be lucky if he was still alive tomorrow night, and after that he might as well face the fact that there would be nothing but to keep moving. Forever.

And... there was nothing he could do to stop the plan now. If he didn't participate in the killing, the other would do it... after leaving his body somewhere as destroyed evidence. There was not even any going back to prison now. He was trapped just like the senator, whom he didn't care about one way or the other. Except that he, Billy, had always been trapped.

He wished that he could somehow explain all this to the innocent young girl to make her understand why he needed her so much tonight.

But he knew he couldn't! Shit, he thought, we're worlds apart and she's so fucking afraid of me that she would never relax her suspicions enough to believe what I say, even if I could find the words to say it. No, she'd just have to go on believing that he was a murderer who would kill anyone, including her, without a second thought. The only chance he had to express his feelings would come when he made love to her.

That was the only way... even if she wouldn't understand.

Virginia's terrified young body began to shiver uncontrollably as she felt the gang leader reach forward and run his hands over the top of her jeans, looking for the opening of her pants. She wanted to look up and search his face in the candlelight, but she didn't dare. She was too afraid that she would disrupt this suddenly gentle mood that he was in and incite him to the savage lust with which he had brutally raped her in the truck the first night. As it was, she lay as still as possible, listening to his whiskey-scented breath grow heavier, while he ran his hands over the smoothness of her belly and then out to the flare of her hips, finally cupping his hands under her supple young buttocks. He reached forward and carefully unzipped her jeans, but she didn't protest and even lifted her hips when he began to tug the slacks down her long legs.

She sat up for a moment, and he pulled the torn remains of her t-shirt up over her head and off her arms. She trembled while he struggled with the clasp of her brassiere and then lay back down uneasily, though it wasn't from fear now but the strange feeling of abandon that overcame her as she felt him pulling the ragged garment from her large firm breasts. Her berry-like nipples stiffened and hardened in contact with the air, and a peculiar fluttery sensation rippled through her abdomen when she noticed him glancing down at them in what seemed to be tender appreciation.

After a moment, Billy placed his hands around the fleshy curve of her small waist and then curled his fingers over the elastic band at the top of what was left of her little white nylon panties, pulling them downward and drawing from her an involuntary "ooooooh." For a moment both of their movements quickened in the struggle with her last item of clothing whose removal would leave her as naked and open as he was. She lifted her belly and he pulled and tugged until they peeled reluctantly over the full firm moons of her buttocks.

Now Virginia lay totally naked beside him. She felt no fear whatsoever anymore, and it surprised her, but she supposed it was because of this strange gentleness with which he treated her. He was asking, not demanding, and she even felt that he might stop if she asked him to. But she had no intentions of doing that! He had saved her from another attack by the others who would probably have used her more cruelly than the night before, and he had rescued her from an assault by his jealous ex-girlfriend. Even, now he was still protecting her from both dangers, and she sensed that he had taken her to his room not only because he wanted her for himself but out of simple human compassion.

And she felt gratitude. She wanted him to know she was grateful.

Billy sensed the change in the girl too, though it was hard to believe it. She hadn't struggled or kicked when he had removed her clothing, and she didn't cringe now at him sitting next to her. She wasn't even clinging to him out of desperate fear of the others as she had done back in the other room. No, she now lay next to him in a state of expectant repose, and wild thoughts began to race through his head that it was just possible that the voluptuous young blonde was waiting for his next move with some sort of anticipation. He laid his hands on her taut little belly and caressed slowly up to the soft underside of her warmly fleshed breasts. It didn't seem possible but when the backs of his hands reached their soft fullness, an almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as though she wanted him to cup his hands completely over them. But he didn't want to destroy this advantage with an abrupt movement, and he began gently kneading his hands over her waist and abdomen. Finally, after a long tortuous wait, he carefully cupped the lush firmness of her breasts, squeezing the small, bud-like nipples in the furrows between his splayed out fingers. To his surprise she didn't move! He rubbed her breasts in small tiny circles and surprisingly, her chest lifted and strained against his hands as if she were offering them to him in silent invitation.

When, after a moment, he dropped one hand to her thigh, she merely parted her legs without resistance of any kind. The small soft tendrils of pubic hair brushed temptingly against his fingers, but he kept his caresses confined to her legs, avoiding the tempting vaginal mound as he gradually moved his hand underneath her to the wonderfully pliant cheeks of her warm ass. He clenched their smooth, satin-like softness in his hand and drew his fingers down the slightly spread crease between them. Despite himself, his wrist made contact with an unexpected warm dampness growing rapidly between her legs. Now the gang leader could stand it no more, and drew his fingers irresistibly downward to the soft moist flanges of the young hostage's pussy that quivered so warmly in his hand. He tried to press one outstretched finger into the tight little opening of her cunt, but she jerked spasmodically away, not from pain or fear, but from the sudden contact that sent another wave of erotically rippling sensation through her belly.

Billy withdrew the finger and looked down at her sensually naked body presenting such an incredible picture of lovely young femaleness to him. Christ! He'd never seen a picture of anything as lush as this, and he still couldn't believe she was here... and his!

She was just as firm and full-bodied as he had sensed in the terrible rush of raping her in the truck, and just as soft and young and innocent in a fiery way as he had imagined while listening to her squeals and protests and screams, both of protest and rapture with the men last night. She was all that he had hoped she would be, except that now she was lying willingly beneath him, her ripe young body quivering with desire... for him!

He kneeled up over her and ran his uncontrollably trembling hands reverently over her warm young breasts, her flat little belly, her firm upper thighs, and then behind again slowly over the full sweep of her lushly rounded buttocks pressed against the mattress. His heart gladdened as his hands and caresses brought small animal-like mewls of pleasure from her wetly parted lips. His passion increased as her tautly smooth abdomen and its blonde pubic mound lifted quickly up to him in invitation when he pressured his hands gently up from behind.

Billy watched as she looked up at him with smoky blue eyes that were half-closed and already dimmed from the forbidden pleasure that sent waves of lewd warmth rippling over every inch of her sensuously quivering young body.

Virginia, in the deep exhausted haze and dimness that follows relief from severe mental anguish, had drifted off into an alien world of soft pleasure of the flesh. At first, back in the distant and rapidly receding past that she could now barely remember, she had let herself be led to this candle lit room so that she could escape the other convicts, then out of gratitude she had lain docile while the gang leader had undressed and fondled her body. But now her passive acceptance had been replaced by a driving desire that she not only didn't comprehend but couldn't control. The aroused young girl didn't know who the gently caressing hands belonged to or how they had managed to work this miracle upon her. With a sigh of rapture, she gave up the impossible effort to even think beyond the wickedly flickering inferno of pleasure that devastated her entire body, the flames rippling outward from the throbbing center of her vagina that ached to be filled.

"Oh God, Oh God," she heard a female voice crooning, unaware that it was herself who was speaking.

Billy bent down, pressing his wet lips tightly to hers, and immediately felt the soft shaft of her quivering little tongue spear into the hot cavern of his mouth, circling around his own hard rigid tongue in a flicking embrace like a poor moth attracted by an open flame which it could not resist.

Feeling sure of himself for the first time, Billy placed his hands on the soft firm inner sides of her full upper thighs, and this time she didn't move away or even jerk in the slightest degree. Instead, her legs parted slowly and willingly outward as he pressured against them with his hands, pushing them outward as though he were opening the pages of a sacred book.

Sudden bewilderment raced through his brain at her passionate response to him. For a moment he suspected a trap, suspected that she was pretending. It didn't seem possible that this was the same virgin he had raped so brutally only last night who was now lying quivering and moaning beneath him, waiting in what seemed to be helpless desire for the moment when he would take her a second time.

The convict couldn't wait any longer, and he let his naked body sink down onto hers where he rested a moment, feeling the softly sensual hollows and mounds of her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him. Then he drew her legs up from her pinioned, splayed-out body until her knees bent out at each of his sides. He lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and she groaned in acquiescence and eagerness. Her passion spurred his own desire. Her helplessly lewd response to each of his moves goaded his passion until his head reeled with the power he had over her. He wanted to thrust his tongue down her throat, to totally pulverize every inch of her sensual young body until she quivered in a thousand helpless pieces. He breathed heavily and had reached down to implant himself into the soft wet crevice of her pussy pressed so warmly up against his loins... but at the last moment he stopped!

He wanted her to surrender totally to him tonight in every way, drawing her to him with her own hands so that he would never be uncertain in the future days to come, if there were to be future days, that she had wanted him. She was in a pliant dreamy condition now and, anyway, he would never again have the opportunity to fuck her like this.

"Put it in," he lifted his mouth from hers and spoke in a low whisper. Then he added, even though it was obviously unnecessary, ."..Please!"

He stopped breathing for a long tortuous moment as he waited to see what she would do. Then his choked off breath heaved out in a deep sigh of relief when he felt her little hand push immediately down between their warmly sweating bodies and curl around the long rigidity of his heatedly throbbing shaft. He lifted his loins slightly to give her access to him when she hesitated a moment as though trying to figure out what to do with the hardened flesh that jerked and throbbed so vitally between her tightly clasping fingers.

The gang leader groaned when she pushed the thick foreskin back, exposing the blunt pulsing head that brushed lightly against the smooth skin of her taut young belly. He lifted his hips higher, letting her hand to direct him, and swung slightly backwards. The blonde girl's fingers ran tentatively down the full length of his shaft, then with a sudden assurance she moved it against the soft fleece-covered curvature of her pubic mound. For a second time he held his breath, feeling her sparse tendrils tantalizingly curl around the head of his hard column that was pressing against her warmly pink slit. He waited in agony, desperate with desire, as she fumbled with the strange stiffness of his cock, tentatively sliding it up and down the full wetness between the swollen lips of her moistly aroused pussy. Finally she found her mark, and the hotly throbbing penis in her hand rested at the warm vaginal opening which was now willingly being offered to him, unlike last night when he had taken what he wanted without gentleness or mercy.

But he held back tonight!

He waited with the greater desire to slither into her at the exact moment when she needed it as much as he did. It would mean everything to hear her pleading, to feel every sinew of her supple young body begging for him to finally plunge his long hard cock into her, pleading with him not to wait a single moment longer. He held back in full confidence that that unbelievable moment would actually come, and she would implore him in a final admission of surrender that neither of them would ever forget.

But she had to know it! She had to be fully conscious when she did it! He wanted the voluptuously naked girl to keep it in mind forever, to remember how she had wanted him more than pride itself. That way, no matter how many cocks plunged into her in the years to come, his would always be there. He was sure she would try to forget the pain and humiliation that Pop and Lex and Vito had forced on her helpless young body, and he knew that one day she would succeed in forgetting; but she would never be able to forget the first man who had given her the pleasure of making love as man and woman. And he would be that one. Tomorrow night might be his last day in this world, and even if it wasn't, there would be no place after that for him to go or anyone waiting for him. But he would leave something behind that would at least be in this innocent young girl's memories for as long as she lived. She would remember, and that would bring him alive again.

Virginia, with only the slightest pressure of his hardness against her wetly quivering little cunt, lay trembling in tiny uncontrollable spasms that bound her entire helpless body to him with as much painful intensity as if he had fastened her to a torture rack. She felt mesmerized by his warmly pulsating penis and the aching hunger it caused in her womb, a surprisingly ravenous need that couldn't be satiated no matter how much she lifted her still-empty loins up to the dimly-seen figure that hovered between her widely-spread legs over her body. Every movement against his maddening hardness merely increased her craving and torment. The lewd sensation extended itself into the deepest recesses of her hazy mind where it transformed itself into thousands of sensually flickering images. They mixed with the obscene grunts and sucking noises coming from the next room to form lascivious pictures of the ex-girlfriend being crushed between the aroused bodies of all three sadistic convicts, adding to the throbbing sensation in her dilated vagina a thousandfold.

Billy looked down at the voluptuously naked young girl who lay underneath him with her breath coming in rasping pants of sexual need. He shifted slightly and she glanced up, then quickly her eyelids fluttered shut as though pleading with him to get on with his next move. Small beads of perspiration had formed on her lips that oval in unintelligible whispering mutters, but he was sure now that she was beginning to bend in her heated need of him. He lifted his body closer over hers in a push-up position, and his massively, thick cock pressed into the warm slippery fold of her pussy that lay wet and open to him without meeting the slightest resistance.

"Ooooooh," she gasped in pleasure and surprise at the closer contact.

The gang leader resisted with all his determination and control the desire to end this insufferable waiting stance and plunge into her; but he had waited too long and worked too hard to destroy all his efforts now. Besides, he could see her changing right before his eyes, and the sight of her transformation kept him going.

His eyes, gleaming with desire, fastened on the large, ripe pliant mounds of her breasts that swayed slightly out towards the sides of her body. The sight of the little pebble-like nipples at the ends of them, stiffening and quivering in arousal, made his mouth water with the urge to bite into them. Yes, there was too much of her he hadn't tasted to simply take her now. Everything she had was open and available to him, and it never would be again.

With a rush, he fell onto her chest and sucked one of the small, succulent pink nipples up into his mouth. He ran his hungry lips and tongue moistly around and around the wide coral areole, then sucked the hard budding tip into stiff quivering hardness. The naked blonde hostage gasped as his hand massaged her other breast in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her legs involuntarily scissored open beneath him, thrusting the thinly bearded slit of her vagina hard up against his loins. Billy let his tongue trace a wet path of searing desire down to the flat plane of her rippling belly, as the shamelessly aroused girl began to writhe beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her firmly rounded buttocks twisted down against the soiled mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Her arms stiffened, and her hands shot out to tangle tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her erotically tingling breasts.

Billy lifted himself back up and gazed at the sheer wanton desire which was shaking her naked young body. His eyes fastened again on the excitedly quivering mounds of her large firm breasts, and he had to have more of them in some way. Suddenly, he slithered forward up her chest and settled his buttocks just above her navel, his legs straddling her delicate ribcage at either side. He tilted his hips and gasped as his cock fell easily into the damply narrow crevice between her perspiring, closely-spaced breasts.

Virginia's eyes opened and she gazed up at the escaped convict with wide startled blue eyes. But once again they grew hazy and lust-smoked and, with a deep sigh, fluttered closed again.

He straddled her stomach heavily. The bloated sperm-swollen sac of his balls squashed hard against the whiteness of her belly, causing his heatedly thick cock to jerk in anticipation. He inched upward along her sensually writhing torso, worming his hardened stiffness deeper into the valley between her full fleshy breasts. Without warning, he reached down and cupped a hand on either side of the warmly quivering soft mounds and pushed them together, trapping his long throbbing cock softly between them. Virginia wiggled under him, and he rode with her body, causing the red bulbous head to slide all the way up to her bent chin. A tiny bit of lubricant popped out from the gaping head and, when he drew back, traced a thin wet line down the curve of her neck. For a moment he sat still, taking in the unbelievable sight of the voluptuous young girl he had been forced to rape now willingly letting him use her as he wanted. With shaking hands, he began kneading the full resilient mounds and watched the soft doughy flesh poke up between his grasping fingers in tiny white bloodless ridges that softened back into a firmly voluptuous shape the moment he released them. He tugged and pulled at her pliant warmth, stretching the nipples over his hotly throbbing long cock until the bead-like tips touched and her warm flesh enclosed his member in their vibrant softness on both sides.

Satisfied, Billy set up a slow rocking motion, sliding his thick blue-veined shaft between her softly straining young breasts. He moved slowly and carefully for fear that his long-stored cum would suddenly erupt and begin spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts; he didn't want that, wasn't ready for that yet. The steady slap of his heavy balls against the smooth warmth of her stomach forced his breath into quick labored gasps of a rising lewdness that he knew he couldn't control much longer. The nipples of her breasts quivered and jerked into greater hardness as he rubbed them against each other, and this excited him even more. His wild passion grew to a nearly unmanageable intensity when he glanced up at her face and saw the wantonly exciting reaction it was having upon her.

She really was beautiful, he thought, as he gazed in intoxicating rapture at her nakedly writhing young figure spread out so deliciously on the mattress beneath him. He had worked her up to a fever pitch of desire, and now her mouth hung open wide in pleading ecstasy, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Soft animal mewls of pleasure gasped and bubbled from between her contorted lips. Her voluptuously flaring hips continued a slow up and down grinding movement in rhythm to the stroking between her tightly pressed together breasts and then they began writhing in a mindless fit of abandonment that told him clearly that the girl now would accept any degradation he would force upon her in order to still the fire raging in her vagina.

And there was one thing more he wanted to do before he made her cum, before he fused them together in one great wet mass of pulsating flesh.

He slithered back down her ripe young body and carefully rolled her over, his eyes traveling a slow path of desire up the gleaming moon-like orbs of her buttocks. They undulated slowly beneath him as she continued the wanton little movement that now ground her hungry, wetly quivering cunt into the mattress.

Virginia started to attention as she felt herself grasped tightly by the waist and her hips lifted up from the mattress, but then her barely conscious mind drifted back into the dim dark world that revolved around the single thought of her unfulfilled desire.

Bill looked down at her rippling asscheeks and the anal crevice that had opened up when he lifted her, exposing the tiny brown star of her rectum. He meant to fuck her there too, and he shuddered at the mere thought of what it would feel like when her warm spongy channel closed so tightly around his totally buried cock.

He placed his hands gently under her belly and lifted her slowly to a kneeling position so that she was on all fours under him dog-fashion. Then he crawled up on his own knees between her full spread thighs and pulled at the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass with his hands, able to see clearly now the tightly puckered little anus nestled in the shadowy cleft. He thought he could see it throbbing almost as if it anticipated his next move.

Billy rested in that position for a long moment to give her time to adjust to everything that had happened so far. He knew that any abrupt movement could throw her dimmed mind out of the trance it seemed to be in, then she would begin to struggle with all the energy she had displayed in the truck the first night. And he wanted that energy working with him, not against him. He wanted her to desire everything he did to her.

Virginia's long tapered legs were splayed out wide on either side of him when he brought his hands down and pushed them under the back of her knees. He pulled them apart so that the kneecaps touched the sides of the mattress and exposed the whole flat place of her anal crevice to his lustful sight. Then he dropped his head and gently flicked the quivering red tip of his wet tongue into the tight little hole of her anus nestled just above the opening of her pussy. The unexpected, moistly searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a long low moan of anguish from the kneeling girl's tortured lips. Her blonde head tossed and chills ran up the full length of her naked back and then back down again onto her buttocks from where the lewdly exciting sensation racing so out of control through her body had originated. He tightened his grip on the back of her knees, expecting her to jump away... but she didn't... and even he was surprised at what happened.

Instead Virginia's legs fell limply open and her voluptuous young ass pressed backward of its own volition, without any effort or force on his part. The movement caught him by surprise as he had just decided that she must be too dazed to move at all, and disbelief buzzed through his brain when the white moon-like ovals ground wantonly and excitedly back against the eager wetness of his mouth. He recalled the wild ideas that had raced through his head last night as he had lain in bed listening to the men shamelessly abuse her body between the three of them in the next room. He had imagined trailing his tongue down her back crevice; but never in his most insane fantasies had he dreamed that she would like it... and she was enjoying it... not only "enjoying" it, but pleading for more of the same.

He started using his tongue, slowly at first, and licked down the entire length of her crevice. His intentions were to be gentle, but she ground her softly fleshed buttocks even closer against him in a desperate effort to screw back on the hotly flicking tongue that licked without mercy around her anus. He blew his warm breath softly against her behind and then, suddenly, stabbed his tongue straight into the tight fleshy ring.

"Ooooooh," she whimpered as goose bumps rippled across her upraised young buttocks and down the backs of her excitedly trembling thighs.

He lifted his head, his mind churning with amazement at her lewdly heated reactions. Then he moved carefully, still expecting her to suddenly protest and burst the dream like a delicate bubble, and placed the tip of his outstretched middle finger against the entrance of her tightly puckered rectum. She didn't flinch, and the gang leader decided that she was unaware of the penetration that was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the elastic little orifice and then pushed forward gently, sinking the finger slowly up to the first knuckle. This time she did jerk and moan softly, but it seemed to be more from surprise than pain because she relaxed again almost immediately.

He pushed the finger all the way in, then planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between his hand and the mattress. Virginia groaned and made a slight cringing movement when a second finger was inserted, then relaxed again as the fingers dug firmly in the tight narrow passage, widening it and preparing it for the greater entry to come.

The convict couldn't stand it any more. As quickly as he had shoved the fingers in he pulled them back out of her. Besides, he knew he had to hurry now if he was going to get his long hard cock into her before she slipped out of this dreamy pliant condition.

"Kneel up higher." he commanded softly and then, when she did, quickly bent his head and moistened the tiny hole again with his tongue in preparation for the coming assault.

He levered himself up, his thighs pressed tightly against her hips, positioning his rock-hard prick directly over the wet little opening of her ass, then he pushed. He groaned as he looked down and saw the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tight restricting ring of flesh. He watched with open mouth, tongue hanging loosely from his lips, as the tiny stretched opening slipped over and clasped the lust-swollen tip of his cock like a rubber band. All his plans of gentleness were forgotten now in the driving anguish of his own desire as he grinned above her like a conquering devil and thrust his hips hard down until his thick, heatedly pulsating penis sank halfway to the hilt. The warm sponginess of the young girl's tight anal channel enveloped his wildly pulsing shaft, and the feel of her tightly clasping rectum sent a long shudder of delight throughout his body.

"Oh! Nooooooo!" he heard a sudden groan escape from her at the unexpected pain.

"Shut up," he whispered in a hoarse low voice. "It'll only hurt for a minute." Then he added, gently, "I promise it'll feel better in a minute... just relax."

She whimpered and then groaned again, but he was no longer listening to anything, and didn't hear. All his attention focused on his blunt intruding cock that pushed ever deeper into the depths of her nether being, shoving the soft rubbery flesh inside the widely-stretched passage before it in great waves. He felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her defenselessly upturned buttocks when he sank the fleshy thickness to the hilt, filling her backside. She cried out in pain now, and twisted, but the darkly handsome convict was unconscious of anything except the bucking of her nakedly voluptuous young body that only served to skewer his long hard cock inch by inch deeper, ever deeper into her.

Billy ground his teeth tightly together and began fucking into her with long smooth strokes, stretching her little anal opening with almost demonic fury. He watched his hardened white shaft pull tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping rectum on each withdrawal stroke, and the lewd sight excited him beyond measure. The young blonde hostage was hopelessly locked in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master. Her lushly naked body jerked and quivered, and she grunted finally in a long moan of submission. Her thighs released, her resistance broken now, and then convulsed again in groaning protest as his next extra hard thrust pushed far up into her rectum. On and on the merciless sodomizing went as the gang leader skewered into her from behind like a wild man, too excited by his own delirious pleasure to think of anything but her soft rubbery flesh pulling and sucking on his throbbing cudgel.

And then the impossible happened. Through the daze of his own excitement, he slowly heard the low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading. She was beginning to enjoy it! Virginia worked and ground back into him, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back while she squirmed lewdly in front of him. Her face rolled from side to side on the mattress. He could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the quest for some kind of fulfillment.

A strange kind of sadistic joy began to throb through his thighs as her warmly fleshed hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of his plunging cock ramming into her rectum. She wantonly bucked and churned her naked young body beneath him, encouraging and pleading with the lewdly inviting motions of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm which she prayed would trigger her own release.

Perhaps it was the lewdness of her position under him or the sadistic thought of fucking her helplessly kneeling form half to death. Whatever it was, the pressure was building in his sperm-churning balls and his excitedly jerking cock seemed to lengthen and expand until it was larger than it had ever been before.

And then suddenly Billy stopped.

The convict leader fell forward and pressed the whole of his powerful body onto her back, the thick full length of his cock still wedged deep up in her rectum. Then he gritted his teeth and pulled back, sliding his hardness wetly out of the tight throbbing channel until the tip slipped out of the puckered hole with an obscene wet sucking sound. He hated to pull it out, he was so close to cumming in her rectum that he didn't want to stop, but he wanted more to wring from her the kind of orgasm that would make her his forever.

He rolled her over, the anguish of his near climax still jerking in his throbbing cock, until she lay under him on her back with all the soft hollows and indentations of her succulent young body presented up to him all his and his alone. In one painful gasp, he realized that it was worth the sacrifice when she looked up at him with smoky desire-ridden eyes. His body shook and he almost spilled his load in mid-air when she spoke.

"Fuck me, Billy," she pled in a desperate whisper of unfulfilled torment.

The surprised convict wasted no time as he lifted his body higher over the uplifted pussy between her widely spread thighs. His fully erect instrument lowered quickly and came to rest in direct contact with the tightly resisting entry to her barely used vagina. Still, there was no need for care now, her pussy lay wet and spread open in invitation, the small elastic vaginal mouth already throbbing around the blunt blood-engorged head of his cock as though she, too, were about to explode if he didn't thrust it into her immediately. And so he did, feeling her sparse wetly matted blonde pubic hair part as his mammoth cock head slowly slid into her warmth and kept sliding with one long smooth stroke all the way to her cervix. There was no resistance now, and the smooth slippery walls of her tight little cunt throbbed against his thick hardness in a wetly clasping motion that almost drove him insane with joy.

He ground his chest against hers, smashing the full ripe firmness of her fleshy melons into her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time and the soft moist hole flowered open to receive his cock to even greater depths. There was no stopping it until he sank to the hilt, and the heavy sac of his balls slapped with a loud thud against the spread crevice of her upraised buttocks.

Her whole body twitched and abandonedly writhed beneath him, and she lifted her face up against the moistness of his mouth until he viciously shoved his tongue deep into her throat. Low hums of passionate acceptance came in incoherent groans and murmurs from deep in her chest. Her innocent young face contorted with lewd passion, her neck strained and her nostrils flared, and a light sweat broke out on her forehead under the disheveled blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop them now, and the darkly handsome convict worked like a madman to end it for the both of them.

"Oh God, oh God," Virginia gasped around the slavering tongue in her mouth and groaned in lewd welcome when his hands slipped under the rounded moons of her buttocks and lifted them upwards to give his wildly thrusting hardness complete access to her pleading young cunt.

Billy lifted his face from her, raising his upper torso, and felt the smooth velvet folds of her vagina tightly hold him captive for a moment; when he drew back, they wetly clasped his rigid column until he could feel every inch of her fevered pussy vibrating on his cock. Then he rammed into her from the tips of his toes and fucked the last long hard inch of his pole of flesh into her hot little cunt, bringing an animal-like scream of passion from her lips. His hair-covered groin ground lewdly against the sensitive outer flanges of her wet spread pussy and sent shivers of obscene delight surging through her fluttering nerve-ends. He ground his loins against her pelvis, watching her glazed, heavily lidded eyes widen suddenly in rapture.

The sight of the lewd emotions playing over the innocent young girl's contorted face added to the convict's already intolerable excitement. It had been worth the agonizing torture of holding back and waiting uncertainly in the hope that he wouldn't be alone in his quest for pleasure. Now every fiber of his being quivered with the feeling of being totally alive, no matter what would happen to him tomorrow, and the assurance that his life force was bound with hers, if only for the moment. The only pain was the knowledge that she, nor anyone else, would ever be as much his as she was at this precise moment. But the anguish of that realization evaporated quickly as he watched tears of joy and frenzy stream down her cheeks in tribute to a passion she had never known existed.

Virginia sought desperately to get him as close to her as possible and once again her arms flung over his head in a neck-breaking hold. But another long hard lunge into her ecstatic wildly quivering pussy sent them fluttering out to his shoulders from where they slithered down his back, her nails digging frantically in his naked skin, until they came to rest on the rotating cheeks of his hard-driving buttocks.

She ground her fingers into the muscular warmth of his buttocks, her hands working with the convoluting sinews, and pulled him even deeper into her. The powerful tugs of encouragement from her grasping hands added to the force of his thrusts against her uplifted groin, and the room resounded with wet smacking noises that mixed lewdly with the sounds of excited barking coming from the other room where Pop was drunkenly trying to get the German Shepherd to fuck Sylvia.

The obscenely suggestive noises coming from the other room began to blend in tempo with Billy's own hard pile-driving thrusts and drove him to greater desire. Unconsciously, he began to grow even more excited as he visualized Rex plowing his long scarlet penis into Sylvia's battered cunt. But then Virginia's eagerly milking pussy snatched him back to the present. He wrapped one hand around her breast and placed the other over a smoothly rounded cheek of her ass, feeling his fingers sink into the slightly spread sweating anal crevice. Then he slid his hand slowly down from her buttocks to where his long thick cock was sliding wetly in and out of her tight young pussy.

Her mouth opened wide in ecstasy when he fondled and played with the moistly contracting lips of her pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of wild sensation from her throat. He could feel the ever-widening passage of her vagina opening in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his heated shaft plunging far up inside her. She jerked up toward him several times, her cuntal lips wildly working and sucking at his cock as though trying to milk him dry.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder," the blonde hostage begged, her breath coming in short frantic gasps. She was ready to cum, the convict leader could feel it as her ripe young breasts heaved up and quivered against the pressure of his chest and their hardened little nipples dug into him. Her trembling thighs parted further and opened the plane of her pussy wide, then, with a low moan, her legs snaked out and tightly wrapped themselves around his pile-driving buttocks. Her crotch uplifted pleadingly to him, and Billy quickened his thrusts, gulping at the sight of her eager little cunt beginning to climb up his cock, then spiraling up and down crazily in an uncontrolled race for fulfillment.

"Oh God... Oh God! I'm cumming! Cumming!" she groaned in a low hoarse moan of helpless submission and suddenly her heels were dancing a wild tarantella of lust on his buttocks. Her hands raced crazily up his back until they tangled in his hair and smashed his mouth down on her wetly open whimpering mouth with such fury that her teeth cut into his lips. The cords of her neck tightened and her nakedly quivering body jerked against him in tempo with the inner rhythm of the hot convulsing walls of her vagina that clasped and unclasped wetly around his cock, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth.

The aging floorboards thudded loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of the wet viscous slither of his massively erect penis ramming in and out of her wildly erupting pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh," he cried and moaned into her mouth as her cum juice flowed heatedly around his still-driving hard shaft, flowing down the crevice of her flailing young buttocks and flooding over his balls as they ground against her tightly puckered anus.

Billy felt himself cumming and quickened his strokes until his groin smacked like a wooden paddle against her cum-drenched pelvis. He held her legs tight to him and thrust his wildly jerking cock as deep as it would go, grinding his pelvis around and around to dig the head in deeper and deeper, scraping the wetly rejoicing walls of her cunt without mercy. She gasped in renewed passion, and he clenched his eyes tightly shut, feeling his testicles begin to wildly erupt.

He was cumming now too!

A deep half-human cry erupted from his throat into the moistness of her mouth. He could feel a gush of fire race through his suddenly ballooning cock, heard her whimpering out the last of her orgasm, and then felt her jerk forward against him as sensing his climax, she began cumming all over again.

It was then that Billy exploded inside her, his hot sperm spurting like a fire hose through the end of his long driving penis and squirting into the farthest recesses of the blonde hostage's palpitating young pussy.

He fell over her and she groaned and dropped her head against his heaving neck, her body limp like a doll, and they lay interlocked in the lewd embrace of love for a seeming eternity, she lying with her arms and legs spread wide apart and his body between them in the age old position of the conquering man. He felt her heavy breathing that lifted her quivering chest against him and her legs falling gradually to the sides until they were splayed out obscenely.

They lay silently there until his cock began deflating inside and gradually slipped from the wet flooded passageway of her still-twitching cunt. Then he pulled himself off of her and looked down at her naked young body glimmering in the candlelight. The convict was already filled with a sad regret that it was over and would never happen quite like this again. He wanted to say something nice, but he couldn't find the words. It seemed silly to talk now that it was all over. He wished he had said more before, and now it was too late to tell her about how he felt. Sorrowful tired thoughts of the girl returning back to her own world, him to his portentous fate, drifted through his weary mind as he lay next to the girl and watched her drift off to exhausted sleep. Once, just before he, too, went to sleep, the girl sighed deeply in her slumber and snuggled in close to him... like a small helpless animal seeking shelter.


Virginia awoke to the cooing of pigeons on the warehouse roof the next morning. She lay still for a moment and let the soft rustling sound bring her to full consciousness. Then she opened her eyes and felt her mind give way to a series of confused thoughts.

Where was she? It didn't look like her bedroom at home with the pastel-colored wallpaper and the pink curtains and the pretty gilt-framed mirror that hung over her white-varnished dresser. No, she was somewhere else and the smells were different, almost harsh. She realized they were odors she had never smelled before, and they struck her as something raw and savage. She moved and felt a sharp pain coming from her groin. Her muscles were sore and she found it difficult to raise her legs, and she lay still for a moment until the pain went away.

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were gently licking flames that did not burn but still emitted a soft soothing heat.

She slid over onto her side and suddenly froze in a half-turned position. The warm touch of flesh on flesh sent a chill through her, and the bewildered young girl held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Then she closed her eyes, not wanting to look, wanting with all her life strength to blot out the image of the man lying nakedly asleep next to her.

She did not want to remember. But the recollections raced through her mind with a force and directness that was overpowering. Yes, she had willingly succumbed to him, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. Her mind went back to the beginning of last night when Vito, Pop, Lex and apparently the German Shepherd, Rex raped Sylvia, and she could almost visualize the wild twisting and skewering of bodies spread out on the soiled mattress.

Then she recalled the first moments of almost tender love-making with Billy outlining themselves in her mind, then dissolve into the gauzy image of their flesh that had seemed to float through a dreamy sensual world of delicious sensation. She had succumbed to those wonderful, but forbidden, sensations; her inhibitions and prejudices had been totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last two days. And that then was the smell: the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered, too, the exquisite explosions inside her belly, it had been an eruption that had filled her wantonly writhing abdomen with a pulsing warmth, a spurting of hot life-giving sperm she had urged on with her lips, thighs, and hips. And that was where the strange warmth had some from and seemed now to ripple outward from her pulsing vagina to tingle at each part of her lower torso like a quavering note of music half-remembered from her past lust and undeniable pleasure. The flood of hot male semen might have made her pregnant, and it frightened her for a moment, until she realized how much she had wanted it... then she relaxed, remembering her period was due in two days and she was safe.

The memories returned stronger, more pleasurable now. She had begged and urged him on to do it, and had put all of her physical strength into pressing her trembling desire-racked young body against his powerfully thrusting loins as though she were some kind of insane nymphomaniac. Nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into that mindless uncontrollable passion that had deadened her every sense of righteousness.

A low groaning sound came from the next room and Virginia looked up towards the door. It was a deep guttural sound, as though someone were dying... or in pleasure... and it reminded her of the sounds that had come from Jennifer, her sister's, lips when she had been ravished on the beach night before last. Oh, God, she thought, was it really only two nights ago, only two nights!

Slowly, she moved to the side of the bed and looked back at Billy lying asleep beside her. She put her feet to the floor and stood up tentatively, waiting for the noise to stop. Then, picking up her ripped jeans and t-shirt from the floor, she quickly dressed. A moment later, her heart pounding with fright, she crossed the room and leaned against the threshold to the door to peer into the other room.

Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of early morning, but finally she could make out the shadowy forms of Lex, Vito, and Pop lying in naked debauched poses around the splayed-out figure of Sylvia. It appeared as though sleep had taken them almost immediately after their moment of climax, and they lay immobile, like figures frozen in mid-movement by some immediate disaster. Sylvia's cum-matted black hair lay in strands across one of Lex's outstretched thighs, and her long tapered legs were still locked across Vito's torso that lay atop her.

The gang girl's eyes were still closed, but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. A few feet from the door lay Rex, the German Shepherd, asleep but seeming ominously watchful in a prone position.

This was Virginia's chance! It might be the last chance she ever had again.

She knew she had to go, and go now. She had found out too much for them to let her get away after all she had heard during the past few days. Yes, it was a matter of saving her own skin, even though Billy had shown such open gentleness and affection the night before. But the animal lying close to the bedroom sent a renewed sense of fear through her for a moment, and she paused anxiously at the doorway, still indecisive as to what she would finally do.

The trembling young blonde thrust one foot towards the slight opening and inched the door wider open. The rusty hinges squeaked and she immediately tensed, expecting the worst. But the low rumble of snores coming from the opposite side of the living room continued on undisturbed, and the dog seemed to sink into a deeper slumber, his back legs twitching as though he were chasing rabbits. She made a quick impulsive move into the next room and in a few swift strides was facing the stairway that led down into the lower warehouse. For some unaccountable reason she paused at the edge of the stairwell and held her breath, turning her head slightly to view the scene behind her for one last moment before she would be free.

Then she was moving almost dream-like down the long winding staircase, amazed at her own stealth as she approached the landing above the lower floor. Puffs of lint, with motes of floating dust that caught the bright morning sunlight, streamed like an invisible river in through the windows. For an instant she could not see because of the brightness and the deep shadows. But then she had made it, had achieved the second floor in one last glide and whirl, stopping to reconsider her moves before she descended the final stairway.

Indecision had been her mistake when she had been caught on the highway twenty four hours before, and now this moment of pause had been equally fateful. Suddenly a loud barking rose up from the rooms above her. She had no choice but to run, and run she did across the cardboard-scattered floor and down the next staircase in a mad pirouetting movement. There was a shouting from above, and a clatter of stumbling shoes and the scraping of paws on the stairs. The terrified girl had reached the bottom and swung open the outside door to see the skyline of the city loom up in the distance, when she felt the firm grip of canine teeth around her ankle. Rex's growl was surprisingly gentle yet commanding, and although she screamed and shoved against his massive head, he did not let go.

Then, there was the clasp of a hand on her shoulder!

She whirled around and began to scratch at Lex's face. She felt him grapple with her and thrust his powerful arms around her waist before easily lifting her as she kicked her legs high into the air. Then she was rising back up the stairway completely limp in Lex's arms... now being carried... and then half-walking, half-stumbling back into the upper rooms of the warehouse.

"Goddamn, the little bitch can really put up a fight," Lex exclaimed in near admiration as they entered the living room again.

"See, what did I tell ya," Sylvia chided in a loud shrill voice, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. "Ya can't trust the stuck-up slut two feet."

Virginia began weeping in frustration and fright, turning away from the figures that were pulling on trousers and shirts and still brushing the signs of sleep from their eyes.

Billy looked at Virginia without malice. He knew why she had tried to escape, but there was nothing he could do about having to bring her back. Now it was either he or she, and it was obvious that he could not let her live if he wanted to protect himself in the eyes of the gang.

"Lock her up in the bedroom," Billy shrugged, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "Ya might just tie her up, too," he added, attempting to show his concern to the others.

"I think we oughta get rid of her now," Pop said and sneered towards the bowed head of the young girl. "It ain't safe lettin' her set here by herself. She gets loose and there'll be hell to pay."

"We still need her until after the hit is made and we're on our way. Vito and Sylvia will stay with her," Billy said, demonstrating a sense of command over the situation. "I don't want Vito in on the kill at this point."

"What ya mean I don't get to go," Vito roared at Billy. "I been in on this from the first and I intend to get my licks."

Billy sighed sardonically and looked from Sylvia to the thin-lipped little man who stood enraged in front of him. "Ya got plenty to attend to here, Vito. Don't worry, ya got your money comin' to ya, too."

"How do we get to the boat," Vito said, bringing up something that hadn't been fully explained earlier.

"We're coming back for you, for all of you," Billy said in thinly veiled warning.

Virginia bent over slightly and felt a shiver of cold deep fear run down the length of her spine at the callousness of Billy's remarks. Her life obviously meant almost nothing to the gang leader, even after the gently caressing lovemaking of last night. In a moment he would be gone, and her fate would be held in the hands of Vito and the jealous gang girl who stared at her from across the room with a cruel sadistic look. She just wouldn't be able to persuade the two envious gang-outcasts that she harbored no malice against them, and she knew they were at the point where they would torture and maim before they imposed the final humiliations upon her defenseless body.

"P... please, don't leave me alone," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face in piteous profusion now.

"There ain't nothin' I can do about it," Billy answered softly. "I gotta get goin', and I need Pop and Lex to help me."

Virginia looked up toward the gang leader, her facial expression and hands turned toward him in supplication. "I can't take it," she moaned. "Please... help me! Don't leave me alone!"

"There ain't gonna be no problem," Billy repeated. "If there's any trouble they'll have to answer to me about it. Besides, ya got old Rex here to take care of everything."

The gang leader knelt down and patted the German Shepherd on the head. The animal looked up at his master and let out a shrill whine, thumping his tail against the floor in response. Billy looked up and jerked his head toward the other room, "Get her out of here," he said.

Lex grasped the blonde hostage's arm and pulled her, sobbing. She went without struggle and lay limply against the wall, permitting him to tie her arms tightly beside her. A few minutes after she had been secured to some bolts in the wall, Billy peered through the door. He studied her tear-stained face for a second, then walked slowly across the room and bent down in front of her.

"Okay, he did a good job on ya," he smiled tensely. "Ya ain't gonna have no trouble with them. I told 'em to leave ya alone, and they gotta follow what I say. We got it figured so you'll see us sometime soon. Probably on the boat goin' to Mexico, as a matter of fact." He paused, looking unsure of himself and embarrassed. "I don't even know your name." When she started to reply, he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "No, I don't wanna know. It don't matter none anyway."

Then he turned and without a word left her alone. Billy's mention of Mexico sent the young girl into a new stage of uncertainty. She had expected to be killed after the assassination, and had no idea that she would be kidnapped out of the country. Was it because the tough gang leader really cared for her? Or was he simply taking no chances, and planned to use her as a hostage until their escape was made?

After awhile Virginia heard several footsteps moving down the stairs and with a slow build up of terror she realized that she was now completely alone with Vito and knife-wielding Sylvia. The sound of the truck moving out of the warehouse signaled the beginning of what she assumed would be her final struggle, and she began to tremble, trying to steel herself to what the two remaining criminals had in store for her. A tiny flicker of hope still remained that the weasel-like Vito would protect her out of fear of the gang chief, but she knew that the chances were slight that he would be able to stand up to Sylvia's jealous prodding. Virginia eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair. Surprisingly, she went to sleep.

Sometime later, Virginia awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Virginia could only mean one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking.

"Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a little party."

Virginia stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but everything she thought of would make the situation worse. The only thing she could do now was stall for time and hope for some kind of intervention that would save her from what lay ahead.

"Billy, he told you not to touch me. Please don't touch me, you know what he'll do to you, if you do anything."

The gang girl laughed again, and the ugly sound of her voice seemed to echo back to Virginia the absurdity of her remarks. Even to herself the protest seemed weak and feeble as though she did not believe it, and she held her breath when the girl approached her with eyes glinting ferociously.

Sylvia took carefully small half-steps that prolonged the anguished tension of waiting, and Virginia tried to raise herself higher off the floor, feeling her bonds painfully clench around her arms and the tightness of her jeans, that had hitched up beneath the lower ropes, cutting into her waist. Suddenly, in one lightning movement, Sylvia's hand shot down and grabbed Virginia's hair, wrenching the young girl's head upward until she was staring into the other woman's hate-filled face. In this moment Virginia caught the full brunt of Sylvia's contemptuous wrath, and the pain tingling through her scalp was nothing compared to the force of sadistic glee sparkling in the gang girl's eyes.

"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her tight grip on Virginia's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other entertainment."

"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Virginia pleaded, the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure off her hate, and she let Virginia's head fall back against the wall.

The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang girl. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," Virginia sobbed piteously.

"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"

Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Virginia's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it!

"That dog has been trained by Billy," Virginia said, her mind still grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to guard me."

"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.

When Virginia began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd.

"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy plays his little cops and robbers game."

The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the flesh on Virginia's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.

"I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of us."

The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.

"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both hands for the front of Virginia's t-shirt. Virginia pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, and Virginia's large, ripe swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.

"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"

Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.

"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion, lifeless as she said it.

"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Virginia screamed in one last verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do anything, but get that dog away from me!"

"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."

Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Virginia again. She seized her legs and pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Virginia tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.

"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Virginia heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.

Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy looks."

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Virginia spread her legs a few inches more.

"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it... can ya, Vito?" she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Virginia's jeans and tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the struggling young girl's legs, then holding them aloft in contemptuous disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Virginia cringing and trying to hide her nakedness.

The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.

"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"

"What... what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust.

"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you... not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex... and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.

Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in glee.

Cowering in terror in the corner, Virginia had never felt so naked and frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if Virginia were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.

Virginia closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.

Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide-splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Virginia forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next.

"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the already wet passage.

"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor... you'll both get splinters in your balls."

As though she were in a dream, Virginia felt herself pushed from the wall, and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her.

She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Virginia closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of her ass.

Virginia lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, Virginia felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Virginia's anus and, with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender rear entrance.

"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. God! Don't do that to me."

But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Virginia's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full access to her and Virginia felt she would do anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.

She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust.

Virginia did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel searching head.

Virginia looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard and felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of her ass with a moist swish of air.

"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum-matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented appearance.

The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the lewd scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side and viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, perking up his ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. Low bestial growls came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the depravity of the scene and seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans and squeakings that resounded from the bed.

Virginia's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito began his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The day of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on Vito's ability to hold himself off from climax much longer, and the incredible warmth of the girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly contracting tightness of her hot little cunt brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, no Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.

"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from across the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury.

Virginia's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. The convict was coming in from a new angle, one that gave him added depth. She had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last two days, and she winced as he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her channel and feeling her own involuntarily clasping muscles grip at his rigidity like warm elastic.

Suddenly Vito lurched. He poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her breasts for a moment before pushing down between her arms. He levered her unresisting legs off the bed in an arc flat back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders.

"Ram it to her, Vito," Sylvia's voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "Shoot it in her."

Spurred on by Virginia's frantically twisting body below, he dug even more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine gone out of control.

He was cumming now, she could feel his waves of unbelievably warm sperm shooting deep into her dilating womb as her head whirled at the onslaught of hot powerful squirts surging wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. Then it was over, except for the hoarse panting from both of them. Virginia lay back from Vito, sobbing piteously as her head pushed against the wall and her blonde hair streamed wildly down her neck and onto her full firm breasts. She had felt the hugeness of Vito's cock shoot its enveloping wetness into her womb, and had experienced a half-second of unconsciousness which she recognized as an orgasm of sorts as his burgeoning cock had flooded her moistly clasping cuntal passage to the brim. Now he pulled away from her, his slowly deflating cock slipping loudly from her sucking vaginal lips. He lay for a moment beside her and then slid slowly from the bed, leaving her nakedly battered body face down on the mattress.

Virginia looked up for a moment through tear-flooded eyes to see the figures of Vito and Sylvia gesticulating to one another and the dog looking up questioningly at the two of them. Then to her horror, she saw the two criminals lead the huge, eagerly whining German Shepherd toward the bed. Virginia cringed away and pushed against the wall, a mind-stunning blanket of primeval terror blanketing her as she knew she could no longer escape this horrible fate.

"That's it, Vito, lift his paws onto the bed," she heard the wanton voice of Sylvia shout out. Then she was screaming as she felt the soft touch of animal fur on her ankle and a warm breath on her calf. A vicious slap across the face almost knocked her unconscious. Her screams choked off in a low moan of anguish, and she moved an inch away, but the animal warmth followed her... and the stillness of the expectant spectators filled her with a black dread that was almost paralyzing in its intensity.

Virginia looked back and saw the powerful form of Rex hunched over the bed. She tried to move forward but found the harsh grip of Sylvia's hands holding her back, and she grimaced in pain as the gang girl gripped her shoulders forcefully downward onto the mattress. She could not move. Sylvia sat with legs spread wide apart in front of her, while Vito stood to her side preventing any lateral movement. Virginia lay flat on her belly now, her face thrust into the filthy pillow, afraid to move and equally fearful that her stillness would signal a position of complete subjugation to her torturers.

Suddenly, there was the cold touch of animal nostrils against her lower thigh that sent her gaze back and froze her into a position of terrorized fear. Her mind screamed at her paralyzed muscles to move, to roll over, to lower her legs and get off the bed, but her body simply shuddered and the dog stood and growled bestially in warning.

Virginia froze, her thighs pulled close together, not daring to move now as the huge dog growled menacingly once again over her, his great panting head just above her defenselessly upturned loins. Suddenly there was the feel of hands on her knees and buttocks as Vito and Sylvia pulled her legs wide apart for the dog's entry.

Virginia felt as though the last moment of her life had come. There was nothing she could do now but submit, and submit she did as Rex's coldly wet nose began inching up her thighs and finally lodged against the opening of her fearfully cringing vagina. The horrible violations of her body during the past few days had reduced the young girl to nothing but a vessel of nakedly quivering flesh, and now with the knowledge that they were going to kill her there wasn't anything except a kind of blind willingness to be subjugated and dominated to the point of absolute self-annihilation. So far as she was concerned, she was already dead. Let them do what they willed.

The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's hair-covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. For a moment the blonde hostage, in spite of her resignation to her fate, tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping at the narrow pink slit up between her thighs. He ran his tongue down the full length of it from the tightly puckered anal opening, up over the wetly fluted edges of her cunt, and to the tiny gleaming clit atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered swelling like a hot knife through butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to sniff at her warmly perfumed cunt and wagging his tail in obvious appreciation.

Rex was pushing harder, the nose and tongue more persistent at her upturned buttocks. Virginia felt a lewd thrill, at this point only understandable to her because of the subjugation she had gone through before, and she fought with all her will against it. The dog's glistening long scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to push the tapered point and the thick shaft into her body.

Above and around her the shadowy forms of Vito and Sylvia seemed to set up a lewd chant-like motion. Gone was all sense of protest or violation; she was merely an equivalent of the animal that hunched over her, a receptacle that symbolized the junction of animal and human as in days of old when man was a mythic union of the gods and animals.

Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as Virginia, in desperation, twisted her buttocks in an attempt to push the slippery organ away. But Sylvia merely reached down and guided the point of it into the cringing girl's narrow pink pussy slit, and Rex immediately began humping forward, each of his eager thrusts spreading her cunt wider and wider apart.

Virginia did not know what she was doing, her responses were merely automatic gestures that had been trained into her over the past few days, and so she without volition raised her white young buttocks up to allow easier entry.

The animal lurched heavily on top of her, thrusting his bestial fur-covered paws around her torso as though his forelegs were human arms wrenching around her, writhing back. From deep in her consciousness Virginia could hear a low gasp come from the two figures who had stood up from the bed to give the animal complete access to her.

With a cry, she tensed as the long scarlet penis slipped out, but Rex returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. He knew where and how to go this time. The German Shepherd jerked forward and with one smooth lunge buried his huge cudgel deep up the kneeling young girl's pink, spasmodically grasping cunt.

His thinly tapered penis slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging from below her wet pubic hair. Coming to her senses momentarily, Virginia tried to wrench away again, but Sylvia's hands gripped her forearms and dug her fingernails into her flesh, forcing the girl to submit to the brutal animal impalement. It was being done to her, she thought in desperation; there was a dog fucking into her vagina. It was a fact. There was nothing absolutely nothing she could do to change that fact or stop it. Let it end as soon as possible, she prayed.

Her face contorted in abject surrender, and she began slow responsive movements, upturning her buttocks and tightly flexing and relaxing her vaginal muscles to bring the dog to climax. Rex emitted a low, almost human growl and thrust his hind legs more closely against the girl's wildly trembling buttocks, and began a tensed jerking, skewering his bestially huge penis farther up her moistly clasping passage.

Vito bent down a few inches from the bed, a long stream of spittle running down his chin, his idiot-like face a grotesque mask of lewd twitchings and contortion. It was even better seeing the dog get the blonde girl than it had been watching the arrogant Sylvia being sodomized by the same animal last night. The memory of the orgasm he'd had only a moment before and the thought of his hot cum merging with the lewd animal sperm in the subjected young girl's belly sent a surge of salacious delight through his groin. He began to groan in rhythmic response to the scene in front of him, grasping his long hard cock and pulling at it in response to the lewd animal fucking. Sylvia bent down her own voluptuously ripe body and thrusting up between her legs to play with the tiny hardening pleasure bud of her clit. She moved closer to Vito, their dual masturbation of their lust-incited genitals setting up a weird responsive slapping sound that fused and smacked in time to the buffeting coming from the bed.

Virginia's large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the glistening scarlet cock of the dog as it slid into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of animal flesh burying itself deep within her human belly. Gone from her now was all awareness of who she was or how she had come to be subjugated as she was. She lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly clenched teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive inching its way up a steep incline. Her mood seemed to slowly transform itself, and she was surprised when she found herself giving more to the animal than she had ever dreamed. There was only one way to please the rapaciously grinning criminals crouched lewdly in front of her on the floor; she had to appear to enjoy the animal fucking in order to escape what Sylvia obviously had in store for her after the animal had spent itself. Yes, she wanted to enjoy it, and strangely the tiny bit of masochism in every woman suddenly broke forth into a surge of nerve-jangling excitement. There was still the pain but it had become strangely pleasurable, and she found herself wantonly thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement each time the German Shepherd jerked forward into her.

"Ooooooh, oooooh," the kneeling young blonde groaned from beneath the panting Rex. The dog was lapping his tongue at Virginia's neck and wrenching his paws, yet strangely withholding his long canine claws from painful contact with her skin. His long dripping penis was buried to the hilt up her hotly clasping vaginal passage, and the earlier feeling of pain had gradually given way to electric shocks of salacious delight. Her eyes shot down to her shadow on the floor for a moment and the obscene shadowy movements of the dog fucking into her from behind presented a strange picture, as though out of a pornographic movie; and the pagan sight only increased her uncontrollable lust.

"Oh, yes, fuck it like that," she crooned through sensually clenched lips as the beast humped up heavily between her widespread buttock cheeks and rotated the giant blood-filled penis deep around up inside the hotly sucking tunnel of her hungry young pussy.

She had not submitted like this even to Vito, but had held off hoping that his violation would be the last. But now, with all resistance gone, she was mouthing obscenities back at an uncomprehending animal to do things to her with words like "cunt," "fuck," and "shit." The narrow dividing line between rightness and wrongness had now been crossed, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted animal fucking as much, if not more, than with a human. She swept her long blonde hair from side to side, her lust-blinded eyes not even seeing the wantonly writhing figures of Sylvia finger-fucking herself or the evil little Vito maniacally stroking his blood-inflated cock.

The panting Rex burrowed and growled over the whimpering girl who muttered incoherent noises into the mattress. His long scarlet penis swelled and lurched up a final fraction of an inch, pressing its tip at the opening of her already sperm-filled womb. He yelped once and thrust his fur-covered abdomen more tightly against Virginia's wildly squirming buttocks.

Virginia cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad pummeling of the wild animal heaving on top of her, feeling his cock swell as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full awesome length where the moist rubbery walls of her vagina held it vise-like and hot.

"Oh no, God, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt his penis begin to jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene hot cum; there was nothing in the world she could do about it but continue kneeling slavishly in front of him like another animal. And through it all, she knew that she had only hate for the dog... because he had come too soon. She had been so close!

There was a stronger yelp from in back of her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst wide open, beginning to boil his hot animal cum into her. Then, with the unexpectedness of a bolt of lightning, her own orgasm struck her and Virginia screamed in animal rapture and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hot spurts deep in her clasping vagina.

Sylvia and Vito on the floor were both approaching orgasm now themselves as they rubbed and jerked at their own genitals; their excitement increased tenfold as they saw the thick white liquid ooze from Virginia's tight little cunt which was violently milking the penis of the dog; his trails of the sticky white liquid ran down the firm ivory columns of her thighs as the kneeling young girl continued to shriek out her orgasm. Then, her backside glistening with cum, Virginia pitched forward on her face, almost unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her sperm-flooded vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely through the silence of the room.

The exhaustedly trembling young captive lay on her belly panting for breath as the dog heaved off the mattress and sprawled out his weary form next to the bed. Virginia's whole body ached in the aftermath of the painful attack, and she dared not move for fear that even greater pain would assault her. She waited, knowing that the final moment had not yet come, that Vito and Sylvia who had both reached writhing climax a few moments before would be on her again in a matter of moments.

The moment came only a second later.

"Now how about that," the voice of the gang girl hissed viciously from the side of the bed. Virginia looked up and saw Sylvia standing beside her, the huge blade of Vito's knife that he had used to cut her bonds in her hand.

Virginia raised her head in weak protest, but she knew that it was useless. The gang girl brandished the knife over her, slicing it through the air in a kind of hypnotic gesture that caught the gaze of the reclining Vito.

"What ya gonna do to her?" the criminal's startled voice rang out. "I thought we were gonna throw her over the railing and break her neck!"

"Whaddya think I'm gonna do with this here knife?" the gang girl spat at him. "I'm gonna start slicing tit by tit, just like I said I would," she spat down at him.

Vito looked up for an interminable moment, his dazed eyes clearing somewhat and then began rising off the floor. "Ya put that knife away, ya got no reason to use it," he shouted, raising a fist at Sylvia who was still grimacing down at him. "Billy'll kill us if he thinks we touched her."

"Fuck Billy!" Sylvia turned away from the badly frightened little convict, ignoring his shouts and continued swishing the blade through mid-air, moving it closer and closer to the screaming, cowering Virginia who pathetically cringed against the wall, looking like a bird at the approach of a cat.

Behind the woman Virginia could see Vito approach closer, his hands opening and closing in nervous protesting gesticulations. His hands clenched into tight fists and the muscles of his forearms stood out demonstrating a strength Virginia had not thought the thin man capable of. At least, she had someone on her side, even if he did want to kill her, just as Sylvia, but wanted to make her death look like an accident.

Suddenly there was a wild movement of flailing limbs in front of her as Vito had leapt up behind Sylvia, grappling with her arms, but the lithe gang girl spun around and made a vicious slash against the criminal's chest. In the midst of the scuffle the German Shepherd rose and sank his teeth into Sylvia's ankle, instinctively attacking the suddenly insane gang girl. The pain of the dog's bite only drove her to further madness and she thrust the long switchblade knife in an upward curve from her hips. The blade made a loud "thunk" as it sank into Vito's chest.

Sylvia smiled again across the width of the bed.

"Ya thought ya almost had it made, didn't ya?" she snarled. "But now you're gonna get it, and I'm gonna be slow and easy about cuttin' ya up. I'll make it hurt... I promise ya."

The German Shepherd cowered away from the standing woman, his tail curled between his legs. He knew who was master now, the long bloody knife glinting in his master's former girlfriend's hand clearly demonstrated this.

Virginia felt her last hope dwindle away when she saw that the animal who had been her lover only moments before was incapable of acting as her protector. Now it was only a matter of waiting, since she would be unable to avoid the pendulum swing of the razor-like blade. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthily approaching gang girl. "Let it be fast and not hurt too much," she prayed silently. "Please let it be fast." She had no hope of living.

"Now let me get that tit in my hand," Virginia heard through her fogged mind. "Just poke it out so I can start cutting."

Sylvia reached down toward Virginia's breast, and the terror-paralyzed young girl was incapable of movement. The tall brunette's hand darted out and clenched one nipple tight, squeezing the roseate tipped breast in a scissor-like grip that sent a shriek of excruciating agony screaming up from the depths of Virginia's being. The knife flashed in the air and made a downward movement...

Suddenly the entire world seemed to blow up in an ear-splitting explosion, one second the hand was there and then it wasn't.

Virginia watched the crazed sadistic look on Sylvia's face change to one of frozen horror, shock, then agony. The gang girl fell away from the bed, and Virginia saw the form of Billy standing at the door, a pistol smoking in his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, Virginia saw the dog cringe away from the scene, disappearing down the stairway away from his master. Virginia wobbled to her feet, then stood up in front of him.

"Well, well, look at what's been goin' on in here," he said with a strange sense of ease in his voice. "The killing's off." He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Would you believe... would you believe." he began laughing so hard that he was forced to sit on the bed and tears streamed down his darkly handsome face, "would you believe... the Senator's plane was hijacked... to Cuba!"

Virginia turned her face away from the two outstretched bodies on the floor. She had been through too much in the past few days to be able to regain her thoughts; the room was swirling around and around. All she wanted now was to go home and sleep and sleep until the pain of the experience softened to the point where she could begin living her life again.

Lex appeared from behind Billy and shook his head on witnessing the bloody scene in front of him. "Jesus! What we gonna do about this, Billy?" Lex asked quietly, obviously concerned.

The gang leader took out his gun and dropped it on the floor beside Vito. "They killed each other," he said quietly. "Both of them were psychos; it only a matter of time, anyway." He paused, "We'll torch the building."

"And the girl?" Lex jerked his head toward Virginia who stared unseeing at a blank wall.

"What do you think we should do to her?" Billy asked quietly, and Pop who had just entered the room was included in the question.

"She can pin this on you," the old man said thoughtfully. He glanced down at Vito lying lifelessly in a puddle of blood and over to Sylvia, still brandishing her knife in death. "It's up to you, Billy," he said, "It's up to you."


Virginia sat in front of the television set on the sun porch of her mother's home a few miles outside the city. She relaxed with a glass of lemonade in her hand, letting her thoughts go back for the first time to the violent experiences that had transpired only a few days before. She recalled with a strange sense of gratefulness how Billy, Lex and Pop had driven her to the outskirts of the suburban village where she lived and remembered the last look of almost gentle affection Billy had given her before the truck had disappeared forever, traveling the entire length of the Florida Peninsula before inevitably approaching their capture that she had read about briefly in the newspaper that morning.

She heard her older sister's voice coming from the living room behind her, and smiled as Jennifer entered the sun porch and embraced her warmly. Virginia had made up a few excuses to her family about staying with a friend in Tampa for a few days and that had satisfied her mother somewhat; and now the young girl felt she could continue her life without having to bare the sordid details of her kidnapping to anyone. It just wouldn't help things, she thought, and she felt she could be closer to her sister by not mentioning the lewd spectacle of Jennifer fucking two men at the same time that had sent her off onto the lonely road that night and resulted in her kidnap-rape.

"Well," Jennifer said, smiling and sitting down on the divan in front of Virginia. "Don't we look rested now?"

Virginia shrugged and sat down next to her sister, offering her a sip of lemonade. "I really feel fine. You know, a little vacation really does a person a world of good."

"I've got a date with Phil tonight," Jennifer said. "What do you think I should wear?"

Virginia smiled to herself, knowing that her sister had no idea what she had seen from the sand dune a few days before. She thought for a moment and then said, "Something light and comfortable. It's warm out and maybe a mini would be nice."

Jennifer nodded and trotted off the porch, leaving Virginia alone with her thoughts again. The young girl leaned forward and turned on the color television once more. The news was on and she watched film clips of an earthquake disaster flash onto the screen.

A moment later the picture of three handcuffed men being led up a stairway to a courthouse appeared before her, and Virginia felt an electric shock run down the length of her spine when she recognized the figures of Billy, Lex and Pop, although all three of them tried to cover their heads.

For a brief instant Billy turned his face toward the camera, and Virginia thought she could make out a searching look in his eyes that reminded her of the last tender glance he had given her before the pickup truck had dissolved into the semi-tropical darkness of the Florida night. Suddenly she was weeping again, crying for him and what he might have been... and what he would mean to her through the long sunny days ahead.



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