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RWS-188: The Girlfriend's Revenge - Book 1
By: Carl Van Marcus

http://whiteshadow.pornopartners.com

WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The 
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains 
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex 
stories upset you, do not read any further.

Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with 
last known contact information for the author is included if available. 
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Chapter 1

Down on the smooth gleaming sand reflecting the soft shimmerings 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.

"Damn it, Ellen, 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. Ellen 
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 
worth while."

Ellen 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 - 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 - 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."

"Ellen, 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!" Ellen 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."

Ellen 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.

"Dammit, 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. Ellen 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.

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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!

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 Ellen 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.

Ellen 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," Ellen 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.
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Chapter 2

Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen 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 sandalled 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 Ellen.

There was no mistake about it! Jennifer's clearly outlined profile 
stood out in the moonlight as obvious as a photograph. Ellen 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 Ellen'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.

Ellen 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, Ellen 
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 Ellen turned and she immediately 
recognized him as Phil, Bob's brother. Ellen 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 Ellen 
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, Ellen 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 hardnesses more rapidly 
now, and Ellen could see the long thick shaft of Phil's large fleshy 
penis burgeon out with each successive jerk. Ellen 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. Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen 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.

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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. Ellen 
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. Ellen 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 Ellen 
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 Ellen'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!"

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 
Ellen 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.

Ellen could see her sister's thighs buckle upwards again as though 
Phil's hardened flesh thrust half-way inside of her eagerly clasping 
femaledom just wasn't enough. Then the youth inched his hands farther 
under the smooth curve of Jennifer's hungrily trembling ass-cheeks 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. Ellen 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. Ellen'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. Ellen 
lay crouched on the sand, numbed with shock, and watched hypnotized as 
the sperm swollen sack of her fianc�'s brother'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.

Ellen 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 Ellen 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. Ellen could see one of his 
hands clench and unclench around her sister's rounded white ass cheeks 
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 Ellen 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. 
Ellen gasped as she saw Jennifer's head thrash from side to side under 
the final ravishing strokes. At the base of her glistening crotch Ellen 
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. Ellen 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 Ellen 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 Ellen 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 Ellen 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 fiance 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. Ellen 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 Ellen 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 Ellen 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 
Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen 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.
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Chapter 3

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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. Ellen 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, Cash. 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."

Ellen 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, Cash?"

"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, Cash!"

Ellen 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, Cash. And, man, do I have a cock that 
wants to find out!" Billy shouted out so that Ellen could hear each 
obscene syllable of his words.

"Now you just remember, don't stretch it too much," Cash 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! Ellen 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.

And 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 Ellen 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," Ellen 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. Ellen 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 
Cash 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 Ellen, 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."

Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen'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 inner sides of her 
thighs apart with his knee. Ellen 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 raspingly 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 Cash.

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

Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen 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, Ellen'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 
Ellen'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 Ellen'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 inner sides 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," Cash 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," Cash 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.

Ellen 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 Cash 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 
Cash 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 ass-
cheeks 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.

Ellen 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 Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 Ellen'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.

Ellen'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, Ellen'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 Ellen'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 ass cheeks.

"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," Cash 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 Ellen'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.

Ellen 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 nudely exposed 
thigh. It was actually going to happen to her now - 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 - 
then 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!"

Ellen'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 Ellen's back, spilling her head to the floor and 
throwing Billy off balance. Billy's hands flailed out from Ellen'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 ass cheeks 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. Ellen 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 guttural 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 Ellen 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 Ellen's sobbing. In the front, Cash 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.

Ellen'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," Ellen 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 clitoris, 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 Cash. 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."

Ellen sobbed in shame and humiliation as she felt her body betraying 
her, the tight narrow virginal passageway slowly enlarging and 
wettening 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 throbbingly 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 Cash 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."

Ellen 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 - 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. Ellen'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! Ellen 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 clitoris that screwed itself deep down 
against the floor, futilely attempting to escape the cruel impalement.

Ellen 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 ass-cheeks 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 - 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.

Ellen'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," Ellen'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. Ellen'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.

Ellen 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. Ellen 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 Ellen'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 Ellen'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 Ellen'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 Cash 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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 4

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. Ellen 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. Ellen 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," Cash quipped, and the others guffawed in 
knowing laughter.

"There's one quick way," Vito said, leering at Ellen. "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 Ellen. 
"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," Cash intervened between the two men. "We gotta 
start thinkin' straight. Now Billy, when's the man comin'?"

Billy scratched his head and looked towards Cash and Pop sitting in 
broken down chairs on either side of Ellen. "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," Cash 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. Ellen 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 - 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?" Cash 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 
Ellen.

"I - I don't think I know what you're talking about," Ellen 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."

Ellen sat back, resting her head against the wall behind the chair. She 
tried to pull the ripped material of her tee-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 Ellen 
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 Ellen by the arm. "I don't think you heard me right."

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 - 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. Ellen 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."

Ellen 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, Cash," Billy said, thrusting his thumb towards Ellen. "You 
show the little lady what's got to be done."

Ellen followed Cash 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," Cash commanded, pointing 
towards the window. "We may need them later on if there's any trouble 
with the fuzz."

Ellen stooped over the mattresses and broken furniture, and with a rag 
he had flung to her, she began dusting them off. Although it was Cash 
commanding her, she felt Billy's unseen presence directed through 
Cash'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. 
Cash 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."

Ellen nodded dully in assent and shrugging in resignation continued her 
task of cleaning up the mess. Cash 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. Cash 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.

Cash 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," Ellen said, surprising herself at 
the boldness of her statement.

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

"W - what can I fix?" she asked with a slight tremble in her voice, 
feeling her fear returning as Cash stared at her cruelly. It was 
evident that she had angered Cash 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'," Cash shouted, interrupting 
her thoughts.

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 Ellen's thoughts.

"She can't go no faster than she is," Cash answered, looking over at 
Ellen who was placing the sardines on slices of white bread. Cash's 
voice had a note of irritation in it, and Ellen hoped that this did not 
signal the beginning of a conflict between the two men. Cash 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 Cash 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," Cash 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."

Ellen followed Cash 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."

Ellen 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."

Ellen 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.

Cash 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 Ellen 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 Ellen 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 Ellen had already learned to fear and respect. 
His arms were large and well muscled and sloped down to powerful hands 
that Ellen 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 Ellen 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."

Ellen 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."

Ellen 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?"

Ellen 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 Ellen, 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 Ellen.

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," Cash 
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."

Ellen 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 Ellen's arm and pulled her violently toward the group 
of men. Ellen 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. Ellen 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?"

"J - Jeeze, 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."

Ellen 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."

Ellen 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. Ellen 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," Cash 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 ripely up-thrust 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," 
Cash exclaimed, covetously running his eyes down the long smooth arc of 
Ellen'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 Ellen was holding half-full with whiskey 
again.

Ellen 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 - 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.

Ellen 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," Cash 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?" 
Cash 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?"

Cash 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. Ellen 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, Ellen 
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. Ellen 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.

Cash knelt on the floor and watched Billy toss the dice. He smiled 
exultantly as his leader's losses piled up. Cash 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. Ellen 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 Cash 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 Ellen tried to concentrate her will 
on making Billy's luck run better. But it was impossible. Billy was now 
drinking heavily, even though Ellen tried to down most of the liquor in 
the glass he had poured for himself, and Pop and Cash seemed to sense 
his growing impatience, and they played it for all it was worth. At one 
point, Ellen got up with the liquor bottle tucked in hand, intending to 
go into the kitchen and secretively dilute the whiskey with water. 
Cash'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, Ellen obeyed his command.

The shapes of tables and chairs and dice throwers was growing quite 
hazy, and Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 Cash 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 Cash immediately covered his bet.

Vito and Pop who both were now out of the game shuffled forward to see 
what would happen next, and Cash 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," Cash 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," Cash said shortly. "Luck's with me tonight, 
you can see that plain as daylight."

Cash stood up confidently from the floor and passed his eyes from 
Billy's hand to Ellen'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, Cash," 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 Cash'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 Cash's incredible prediction. Then Cash 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, Cash 
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?" 
Cash 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."

Ellen 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," Cash continued. 
"There's another full bottle in the kitchen."

Ellen moved quickly toward the kitchen, feeling the harsh glare of 
Cash'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 Ellen felt a cold sensation of fear shoot through her spine 
just as she approached the kitchen sink.

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

Ellen 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 Cash, 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 - that 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 Cash 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 Cash'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?"

Ellen 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.

Cash 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.

Ellen 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. Cash 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 Ellen felt the 
renewed effects of the liquor race throbbingly through her brain. She 
poured Cash's drink with trembling hands, trying with all her 
concentration not to spill the whiskey.

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

Feeling momentarily reprieved, Ellen slipped back into the kitchen and 
found another full liquor bottle beneath the sink. She waited for a 
moment, hoping Cash 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!" Cash 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 Cash'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.
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Chapter 5

"Now look at that," Cash snorted brutally as Ellen 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."

Ellen 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 Cash 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 Cash 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," Cash 
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!"

Ellen 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. Cash 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 Ellen, 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 Cash was building up to would erupt into a volcano of rape, and 
he fought against the temptation to rise up and utterly destroy Cash 
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.

Cash didn't say anything until Billy had left the room, then he let his 
glance fall back to Ellen 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.

"Cash, 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," Cash 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," Ellen 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.

Cash's eyes danced with lewd amusement at the image of Ellen's ripely 
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-areoled tips in a harsh 
mocking movement.

Ellen whimpered helplessly with shame and humiliation as Cash'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," Ellen whimpered in rebellion.

"All right, you stuck-up bitch. I'm fed up!" Cash 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. Ellen's back dropped against his chest, 
her nude ass cheeks 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 clitoris straining up like a glistening chili bean. Ellen 
struggled desperately and found herself sliding down Cash's up-thrust 
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," Ellen heard 
Cash'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?" Cash 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," Ellen sobbed under the excruciating pain.

Ellen'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.

Cash 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 - like 
animals moving in to be close at the kill - came closer, their mouths 
hanging open in undisguised lust at the image of the naked young body 
quivering defenselessly under Cash'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," Ellen 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 ... y - 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."

Cash settled his hands on the narrow curve of Ellen'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. Ellen's nakedly slender hour-glass body stiffened on his 
knee like a lovely statue.

"Now you're goin' to tell old Cash 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, Ellen 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," Ellen 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?" Cash tormented back 
at her, pinching at her softly tender flesh until the ache spread 
throughout her entire belly.

"No, no. I hate it," Ellen 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?" Cash said evilly and ground his 
hand down her belly until his finger rubbed torturously on the nub of 
her sensitive little clitoris. Ellen 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. Cash'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 Cash was subjecting on her 
helpless breasts and vagina.

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

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

"But after I stop. What is it ya want Cash 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 
Cash to fuck ya."

Ellen 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 Cash 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," Ellen 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. Cash 
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," Cash 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.

Cash 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 
Ellen'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. Ellen 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," Cash 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," Cash smiled proudly and rubbed his 
hands together, "I guess I'll just have to fuck her. I mean, you heard 
her ask for it!"

"Dammit, 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," Cash 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 Ellen'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.

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

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

Ellen opened her eyes and her heart wedged tightly to her throat as she 
found herself staring straight up at Cash'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 - Goddamn it!"

"Y - yes," Ellen 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," Ellen 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," 
Ellen'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, Cash, you better keep her quiet," Pop said nervously, peering 
toward the door where Billy had disappeared.

Cash released her hair and Ellen 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 Cash. "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," Cash 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. 
Dammit! 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 Ellen'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.

Ellen 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. Ellen 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. Cash 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.

Ellen disobeyed silently, grinding her belly down into the mattress and 
tightly clenching her ass cheeks 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. 
Ellen 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 Cash had forced over her 
mouth. The hand released her and Ellen 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 Cash 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.

Cash leaned down and cupped Ellen'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.

Dammit! 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.

Cash 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 Ellen 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.

Cash slowly sunk his two thumbs into the sweating crevice between her 
trembling ass cheeks, 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 clitoris. 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.

Ellen felt a soft tingling race in uncontrollable waves over every inch 
of her nakedly quivering flesh. Cash'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.

Ellen shivered as the wetly flicking tongue increased its pressure, 
circling over the soft white moons of her defensively upraised buttocks 
where Cash's ovalled 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, Cash 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 clitoris. 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. Cash, 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 Ellen begin wantonly bucking and 
squirming in delight to Cash's flicking tongue that raced in wild 
circles over the gleaming nub of her clitoris.

There was obviously no longer any need to restrain the girl, for Ellen 
was grinding her nakedly rounded buttocks back against Cash'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 Ellen's delicately curved calves.

Cash 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, Cash 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 ass 
cheeks 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. Goddamn it, 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.

Cash 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.

Cash 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 
clitoris. 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.

Cash 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 
smokily 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 in - 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 ass cheeks 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 cock head 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," Ellen 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 femaledom 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 Cash's loud voice grunt from behind 
her. "Jesus, this cunt's the tightest I've ever been in."

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

Ellen 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, 
ripely 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 ass-
cheeks and poked against the tight rubbery ring of her puckered little 
anus. He shoved into the spongy clasping confines and Ellen 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.

Cash'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 Ellen broke 
into soft piteous sobbing, feeling as though the passage would burst 
from the painful gorging outward pressure.

Cash 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," Ellen choked as the movement increased the 
searing pressure against the finger buried in her anus.

"Move it, bitch," Cash 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.

Ellen 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," Cash 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.

Ellen 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, Cash'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.

Cash's fingers kneaded and pulled at the soft flesh of her full firm 
ass cheeks, 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 Cash 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 Cash 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 
Cash'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 
cock head 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 
Cash 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 counter-thrust of the two 
heatedly throbbing penises burrowing inside her, and Ellen could feel 
Pop gradually adjust his pace to the skewering repetition of Cash'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.

Ellen 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 fianc�'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 Cash 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 - 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, Ellen'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 ovalled 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.

Ellen 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 Cash'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 ovalled 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.

Ellen'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 - 
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 Cash's hot marauding cock 
stroking blissfully in and pulling thrillingly out of her wetly 
clasping femaledom.

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 abandonedly 
writhing body more alive and more sensitive than it had ever been 
before in her life. She smelled his maledom, swallowed his maledom ... 
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 Cash, 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!"

Ellen 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 farthest recesses of her trembling 
belly.

"Aaaaagggh, God! I'm cummmm - iiiinnnngggg," 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, Ellen 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 CUMMMMM - IIIIINNNGGG 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 shudderingly over her body, 
and she was barely conscious of Cash'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 - 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. Ellen 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 Cash 
slid from on top of her and heaved in total exhaustion onto the floor 
while Pop pulled his legs from beneath Ellen's head and turned his body 
to the wall.

Ellen 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 maledom, she heard a scuffling 
sound and a few vicious back-handed slaps.

"Vito, you gonna get yourself killed doin that," she heard Cash'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 orgasming again ... and again with Cash 
.... until they slept the sleep of the dead with her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 6

Ellen never knew what it was that awakened her about an hour before 
dawn. Perhaps it was the cacophony of snores coming from Pop and Cash. 
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 Cash.

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 - 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 Cash'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 tread lightly on each stair and to 
tread 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. Ellen 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 
graveled roadway cut into the tender soles of her unshod feet, and 
within seconds she was bleeding from a multitude of painful cuts.

As Ellen 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 Cash and Pop once she 
had realized the pleasure their long hard maledom 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. 
Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 - 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 Ellen 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 Ellen'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, Ellen 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," Ellen 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.

Ellen 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 Ellen 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 Ellen - Ellen, 
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 Cash 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, Ellen 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 - 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.
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Continued in Book 2.

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