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

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Takes an older man to know the difference."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Look at that, boys!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oooooooo, nooooooo!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that was all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooooooooh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noooo! Nooooooo!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She's pretty, right?"

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

"Unless we take this one along."

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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