A Sinful Ordeal
by Sandra Marsh


CHAPTER ONE - INTRODUCTION 

In our complex modern world, there have been many subjects which commanded 
the public attention. One of these is Sexual Freedom. Following Dr. Albert 
Ellis, Sexual Freedom may be defined as people doing whatever they wish to 
together of a sexual nature, as long as it is with the full consent of all 
participants. That is, Sexual Freedom is the right to say Yes to anything 
sexual-but it is also the right to say No. Without the right to say No-the 
right to choose-there is no freedom. Where the use of force is involved, 
there can be no freedom. 

The novel set forth in the following pages portrays just such an example. An 
innocent young girl is kidnapped and forcibly held for the sexual use-and 
abuse-by a group of young hoodlums. She has no choice but to submit-to 
submit willingly or protestingly-but she must submit. 

On the other hand, the author has also considered the subject of the sexual 
awakening, the sexual education of a young girl. The heroine is vaguely 
aware of her sexual needs, but they frighten her, and she attempts to 
repress them. But to be human, is to be animal, and sexual needs must be 
satisfied just as surely as hunger for nourishment must be alleviated. The 
young heroine of this novel resists her natural desires, but ultimately she 
must capitulate to them. 

We, the publishers, are proud to present this hard-hitting novel depicting 
one important aspect of our complex modern society, and we are certain that 
the mature adult reader will welcome this book as a noteworthy addition to 
his library of educational and entertaining books concerning serious aspects 
of our contemporary mores. 

CHAPTER TWO 

It was late that evening when a starlight black sports car drove quickly up 
into a long curved gravel driveway and came to a brisk stop in front of the 
darkened two-story Spanish-type house. The young driver reached over and 
pulled his equally young companion close to him and locked his lips tightly 
to hers. For a few moments the silence was still; then the sound of labored 
breathing followed by a small, abrupt little cry. 

"David! Darling, please don't." 

She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from 
beneath the top of her thin, white formal. He resisted. "For God's sake, 
Lisa," he whispered, we're engaged now. At least you could let me touch 
you." 

"Oh, darling, I know, I know," she moaned against him. "I want you to touch 
me. As much as you want to-but we just can't. Not until we're married." 

"You know as well as I do that's several years from now," the young man 
sighed. "I-I just don't think it's fair to ask any man to wait that long." 
He began to apply new pressure against the silken-haired girl's resistance. 

"Baby, we've just got to wait," she pleaded, go by so fast we won't even 
know it. Especially with you away at school and with me working and all. And 
we'll enjoy it that much more for having waited. You know we will." 

She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to sob gently. Lisa knew her 
objections sounded childish to David, but in spite of even her own 
temptations that were growing more and more intense each time he touched 
her, she could not bring herself to let him go too far. She pictured all too 
clearly the promises she'd made to her father while he was on his death bed. 
She'd vowed to remain a good girl, until she was married, and then that 
wasn't being bad. She had to keep her word, especially since the old man had 
died without anyone other than Lisa on hand to comfort him. It was the least 
she could do, and however hard it was to keep such a promise, however 
difficult it might be to explain to David, he would just have to understand. 
She was certain he was going to think she didn't care for him really, but 
that just wasn't the case at all. 

David sat still for a moment beside her, his arm hanging limply around her 
shoulders and then slowly began to stroke her blonde hair with comforting 
caresses. 

"All right, darling. I-I'll try to hold myself back." He winced as he said 
these words, but they were spoken sincerely nonetheless. He knew it would be 
a trying experience to have to wait so long for something he'd wanted so 
badly for nearly forever. 

"Oh, David, I promise when we're married, I'll make it all up to you. Every 
moment," she cried with frustration into his shoulder. It was a sacrifice 
for both of them and she did not want to chance losing David. 

"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded her gently, regaining his composure. "I have 
a right to keep on trying. Particularly when the girl just happens to be the 
one he's going to be married to later on." 

"Oh you," she said simply, raising her head and nervously laughing, wiping 
her eyes with her handkerchief. "I'd better get in the house before Mother 
wakes up. She just might have a few harsh words for the both of us." 

"I imagine she's oblivious to the world," he laughed. "I saw Dad and Mr. 
Pryden helping her out to the car about an hour ago back at the club. None 
of them were in very good shape at all." 

"Well," Lisa retorted with an impish grin, "your mother wasn't exactly a 
picture of angelic innocence. As I recall, they had to send her home about 
ten o'clock. She could barely even walk!" 

"Hah! You're right," he had to admit it. "These club parties are all alike, 
just one big contest to see who can make the biggest fool of themselves. 
Sometimes it makes me sick to see everyone stumbling round like that, 
pretending and carrying on as if they knew what they were doing when really 
it's just something they do because they're so bored with themselves. You'd 
think they'd know better. Hah! We're the children, eh? Isn't that a laugh?" 

"I know," Lisa's brow suddenly wrinkled and a serious tone came to her 
voice. "Mom seems to have changed that way, too. I've never seen her this 
bad before in my life. It's as if Dad's death just took everything away from 
her, like she never did anything else except with him." 

"She's still in a state of shock," David consoled, holding her hand softly. 
"She'll be alright eventually. Just give her a little time." 

"I hope so, she's changed so much, ever since Dad's death and the will came 
out. I think it hurt her more than he realized it would." 

"Now listen, honey, you just stop worrying about your mother. You can't let 
this kind of thing turn your life around and make you feel miserable all the 
time. It's just no good that way. And I know for a fact that your father 
wouldn't have wanted you to be moping around all the time, either. If your 
dad thought he could trust your mother with the money, he'd have given it to 
her instead of putting it in trust to you. Besides, she's got a good income 
guaranteed for life. What more could she want?" 

"I don't know," Lisa moaned. "But it seems like she hates me sometimes now, 
and before it wasn't that way ever. I think she blames me for Greg running 
away." 

"Oh, Lisa," he admonished her, "don't be silly. She's jealous. It's so 
obvious to anyone who's on the outside. She's angry that your father thought 
you were the best. And she's right. You were his favorite. And it she'd 
spent a little less time pampering Greg, well, maybe your father could have 
respected them as much as he did you." 

"David," Lisa protested, "stop it! what right do you have to sit there and 
criticize my family. It's not right for you to carry on that way at all." 

"Well, damn it," he shouted at her, "it's the truth. And they're going to be 
my family too, someday, remember Lisa?" He was angry and it showed. 

"Well, I don't know about that," she said sternly squeezing the handle at 
her side of the car and pushing open the door. In a huff she started from 
the car. 

"Oh, Lisa, I'm sorry," he apologized softly. "It's not like you could ever 
leave me just like that. I wouldn't let you. And besides, you're right, it's 
your family and I'm just so much in love with you that I hate to see you 
hurt in any way. It must be a big strain for you to have to listen to your 
own mother bad-mouthing you and carrying on like that." 

"I don't care," she sobbed back at him. "That still gives you no right to 
run down my mother and Greg that way. They're all I've got left and they are 
my family." 

"Stop being ridiculous," he snapped. "I know they're your family but that 
doesn't mean you have to suffer over them like this. They have no right to 
make you suffer." 

"We, ah, better talk about this some other time," she said, holding back a 
waiting rush of tears which she knew were about to pour out of her like a 
flood. "I don't even like to be around you, David when you start talking 
like this. It's like you're a different person all together. It's not right. 
I don't want to hear another word about it." 

She stepped back and slammed the car door shut, her heart beating wildly in 
hurt and anger. She turned and started up the steps without looking back and 
heard the angry screech and roll of the tires on the gravel driveway as 
David gunned the car out the gate. She slumped against the door for a 
moment, then slowly opened it and entered. 

She wished she could make David understand, about her mother, about Greg, 
and about how they were her family, but it all seemed so hopeless. He never 
gave her a chance to explain it right, to let her get her true feelings 
across. Sometimes she doubted that he really and truly loved her. Oh, yes, 
for sure he liked her very much, but did he really understand what love was 
all about? Did he understand that it included helping her and that it 
involved more than "making out" in the front seat of his fancy sports car. 
Did he understand that loving her meant being patient? 

Lisa tiptoed through the foyer toward her bedroom. She didn't want to waken 
her mother and have to go through any kind of question-and-answer period. It 
was always the same sort of grilling. Her mother just couldn't understand. 
She'd become blunt, always wanting to know what went on with David and her 
out in the car, prying and probing, slowly but surely getting the 
information she wanted to hear so that she could be accusative for her own 
reasons. It had nothing to do with the ordinary love of mother for daughter. 
Of course, Lisa knew that a great deal of her mother's hostility had to do 
with her Father's death, and she tried to understand it all in that light. 
Anyhow, she would be quiet while dressing for bed so as not to disturb her. 
Afterwards, she'd go quietly to the kitchen for her glass of milk and get to 
bed without making a sound. 

She opened the swinging door to the kitchen and quietly slipped inside. The 
light was still on and several half-filled bottles of liquor were open on 
the counter next to the sink. Someone had obviously been having a party. No 
doubt, David's father and Mr. Dryden had come inside and had a few drinks 
when they brought her mother home. 

My God, she found herself thinking, how on earth could they take anymore 
liquor after the way they'd been putting it down at the club. Just to see 
her mother drinking there, putting one drink away after another, had been an 
embarrassment. And to see her mother dancing with every man who asked her, 
taking turns, had been no easy sight either. It looked as if she were trying 
to have sex with them right there on the dance floor. She'd said something 
to David about that, but he'd laughed it off as just one of the standard 
country club excesses, one of those things that prominent people do when 
they realize how boring their lives are. Hearing this from her fiance hadn't 
helped all that much, but it was another perspective. 

She started to open the refrigerator to get the milk, changed her mind and 
turned back to the half-empty bottles on the counter. She still felt a 
little tipsy from the small amount of liquor David had slipped in their 
cokes while they were at the club. She was in a foul mood, what with 
thinking about her mother and with the fight she'd had with David, and maybe 
another little taste of the harsh brown liquid would make it easier to get 
to sleep. 

Things had been getting to her, and it had been happening somewhat faster 
than she'd imagined. She could hardly stand it anymore, and one little drink 
without anyone knowing could hardly be held against her. 

She took a glass from the shelf and poured herself a small amount, thought 
again, and then poured the glass half-full. Might as well really get some 
sleep, she thought to herself as she drained down half the glass in a quick, 
gulping motion. Instantly, she could feel the warm liquid heating her throat 
and relaxing her almost before it hit bottom. She liked knowing that in a 
very few minutes she'd be as relaxed as could be, that she'd be sleeping 
soundly and comfortably far from the world of realities which were pressing 
in on her with a steely, vise-like pressure. She'd been afraid of the 
thoughts she'd have to think without the liquor, but now that was all over. 
She could put it all off until tomorrow. Now she could sleep and forget. 

She carried the drink in her hand and began the slow, quiet climb back up 
the steps leading to the second floor. She held her breath and reached the 
top, noticing for the first time that there was light coming from under her 
mother's door. Why hadn't she noticed it before? Was the door closed 
earlier? Oh, God, she thought, she's awake and waiting up and it's going to 
be trouble. It's going to be trouble for sure... She took a few guarded 
steps in the direction of her room and placed the drink she was carrying 
behind the ornate, Louis XIV clock. If her mother came out she wouldn't be 
able to see it in the semi-darkness of the hallway. 

She straightened herself up bravely and took on the challenge of having to 
say hello to her mother. After all, if the older woman had waited up this 
long, there was no sense in... Wait, she thought, the door was closed 
before, but had the light been on? Lisa stood in front of the door and 
raised her small fist to knock when she remembered she had not checked her 
mother's window when she and David had returned. Damn, she thought, the 
liquor in that Coke! David is going to get me in trouble yet. 

There was a muffled sigh from the other side of the door. Lisa reached for 
the handle in the darkness, thinking her Mother was probably hung-over, 
again, from too much booze. 

There was a cruel male laugh! Lisa froze! 

Oh my God! What was going on?! Lisa wanted to know. Who was in there with 
her mother and what was being done to her? It sounded as if he were hurting 
her. 

Another groan emanated from the bedroom door, this one a little longer, a 
little higher in pitch, a combination of agony and a squeal, as though 
Lisa's mother was pleading for something or someone, as though she were 
begging for something against all odds of getting it. The groan was then 
followed by harsh slapping sounds. She wondered who was in there with her 
mother and why were they slapping her around? 

She dropped her hand from the door handle and backed away, horrified and 
holding her breath, moving as softly as she possibly could. Whatever was 
going on in there, she knew that there was only one way to deal with it. If 
she could only get to a phone and call the police. What difference would it 
make to her if she found out that it was her mother's way of having a good 
time? What difference did it make if it was all in good fun? At least this 
way she'd be safe, in the event that there was something dangerous going on. 

She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being especially careful not 
to trip, and then turned to work her way down the stairs. There was a phone 
in the hall at the foot of the stairs. If she could make it to there, make 
that one call, she could talk in a whisper and whoever it was that was 
beating her mother could not hear it. It was then that the pleading voice 
spoke again. 

"Oh, God! Ye-esss! Yes! Do it to me like that!" 

Lisa was almost ready to begin her descent down the stairs, to continue to 
the phone, when the noises suddenly grew louder. There was a second male 
voice that she could not make out too distinctly, but it was unmistakably 
egging someone on to do something to her mother. 

Lisa's mother's voice was muffled and sobbing but she was not doing anything 
clearly against her will. She was asking for it, in fact pleading and 
begging for more. Lisa stood breathlessly on the landing, trying to make up 
her mind what to do. She decided that she couldn't call the police or anyone 
else unless she was certain of who was upstairs and what was going on in 
there. 

She had to find out exactly what was happening. And there was only one way 
to do that! 

She took a long deep breath, and began slowly but surely working her way 
silently back toward the door. She knew it by heart now, this pathway, from 
all the times she'd slipped from her own bedroom as a child to that of her 
parents when she'd been frightened by a bad dream or strange noises in the 
house. She could picture, even after so many years, the exact amount of 
pressure to apply to the door handle to turn it without making the slightest 
sound. It all came back to her as she reached forward through the darkness 
and pressed her hand to the handle. Her whole body tensed as it turned 
slightly, and she felt it begin to give against the pressure. 

But there was a slight squeak! 

Her heart stopped and when it began again it was racing and sounded to her 
like thunder! She dared not to breathe. Whoever was in there must have heard 
it; it had been so incredibly loud on the outside. 

But no, there were still the strange noises coming through the thick wooden 
door, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The door gave a 
little against her gentle pressure and the noises through the opening became 
more clear to her tensed, heightened senses. 

Now she could more clearly discern the sounds of heavy breathing and the 
staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and 
moans of pain and pleasure. A thick crack of light rushed into the hallway 
as she inched the door open. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the intensity of 
the light which streamed into her face, and the easy chair in the corner of 
the bedroom came into focus. 

She paled again and sucked her in breath in horror. It was Mr. Dryden and he 
was sitting back in the chair completely naked and holding his hard rigid 
penis tightly between both of his hands. His eyes were glazed and staring 
straight ahead as he stroked the long hard instrument of his manliness up 
and down in lewd rhythmic time to the now wet sucking noises she could hear 
coming from the bed across the room. 

Lisa could not see what was making the sounds as she was afraid to open the 
door much further. Mr. Dryden was so close to her that she was afraid to 
even breathe for fear he might hear her. Frozen and terrified, her eyes 
glazed with fear at the sight of what she'd thus far been able to see, she 
watched in horrified fascination as his fingers skinned the thick foreskin 
of his uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down the full length of his 
bloated cock, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant 
monster crawling from a secret stony lair with each hard downstroke he made 
with his hand. 

Lisa was close enough that she could see that the cock was wet on the top 
with a white, sticky bead of lubricating fluid. Dry den's breathing was 
thick and heavy and she could see thin trails of saliva running down his 
lips as he kept his eyes glued tightly to the bed just in front of him, just 
out of Lisa's view. 

That thick, hardened penis frightened her as she had never seen one erect 
before. It looked like the most monstrous thing in the world to her. She 
could not imagine ever having something like that inside her, grinding 
between her legs, penetrating her hole and climbing up into her belly. It 
just wouldn't be possible for any woman to take that. It would kill her. 

In fear, Lisa held the door knob tighter. Mr. Dryden rose from the chair and 
started toward the door. A shocking thought dawned on Lisa: he was coming 
toward her. She had no time to run in the darkness, and he would most likely 
find her. Her mother would never forgive her if she knew she were spying 
this way, but she just had to find out what was going on. She breathed a 
guarded sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other side of the 
room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the door. He was 
going toward the bed where the noises were still increasing in tempo, and 
Lisa pressed the door, open a crack more to follow him across the room. As 
she pushed against the door, the bed came into view by tiny degrees, and the 
fear of what she was going to see made her chest go tight with constriction 
as though it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was violently 
shaking, but suddenly it stilled. 

A cold electric chill ran fuzzily up the full length of her spine. There, 
before her very eyes, Lisa saw her mother on the bed, locked in a lewd 
embrace of intercourse with Mr. Curland, Davids father! She couldn't believe 
her eyes. Her fiance's father and her own mother, having intercourse, before 
her very eyes... and in the presence of another man who was masturbating 
himself right along with them. It was enough to make her ill and crazy and 
fearful of what she might find out next about these people whom she'd known 
so well, so long. 

Lisa felt the blood draining from her head, and she fought to retain what 
little of her balance she still had in order to keep from falling backwards. 
She was certain that she was going to faint from the sudden shock of the 
incredible sight which was going on before her very eyes. It was just too 
much to believe all in one stroke. There on her own dead father's bed was 
another man violently making love to her mother while at the same time 
another man stood above them stroking his ugly, dirty prick above their 
thrashing bodies. He was eagerly urging David's father to hurry up and 
finish. 

"Come on, man, damn it! Don't you know I want some of that, too?!" 

Lisa's mind was in a daze. They were actually taking turns on her mother! 
Like a female cat in heat, they were the Tom cats, lined up and ready to get 
the hot pussy which knew no fidelities. Lisa wanted to go rushing headlong 
into the bedroom to tear the men away from her mother's lewdly posed naked 
body. From deep down inside something was building up in her, something over 
which she hoped she could keep control. It was the beginning of a scream 
building in her throat, and she wanted to hit and scratch at the men who 
were violating her mother until she drove them away forever. She tried to 
blot the horrible scene from her eyes, but she could not. 

She was frozen to the door, unable to move and watched in detached revulsion 
the ravishment of her mother's drunken and more than willing body on the 
swaying, squeaking bed across the room. The foot of the bed was pointed at 
the door so that she could even see David's father's thick, hard penis 
disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he 
made in her cunt. Her legs were splayed wide on either side of his pumping 
body and periodically would kick high in the air, then fold around his 
driving, flexed buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his muscular, 
hairy thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength. The older woman's 
buttocks ground faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were 
becoming more desperate, as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of her 
daughter remained hypnotically glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking 
place on the bed. Her wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury 
by the man's slapping pelvis, which was smacking hard down into her, driving 
her back down into the mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slap of 
flesh against flesh resounded like applause throughout the room. To Lisa's 
distorted senses, it sounded like the clap of thunder booming in her ears as 
she watched her mother's legs curl and uncurl in a wild, final desperation 
around the driving hips that flattened her buttocks down hard into the bed 
with each long powerful stroke. 

Lisa held her breath for the hundredth time since she'd climbed the stairs 
as she watched her mother's long splayed thighs spread and squeeze to match 
the cadence of the hammering phallic which worked continuously between the 
spread lips of her wet glistening cunt. Lisa's mother was being fucked 
viciously and heartily. Both she and Mr. Curland were panting wildly, 
huffing and puffing for breath, and she could see small rivulets and 
hollowing buttocks as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body. 

And then, suddenly, almost like a light switch getting turned off, it was 
over. 

She could hear a low, earthy gurgle coming from her mother's throat as her 
buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, 
spasmodically quick jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep in 
her comely belly. At the same time, the man groaned with animal intensity 
above her and ground hard down inside her vagina, his thick fleshy rod 
beginning to throb its white milky sperm deep down into her quivering belly. 
The rich creamy fluid filled her completely, gushing and cascading out 
around the pink moist lips of her puckered, tired cunt. To Lisa's horror, 
she could see clearly a tiny white stream of it running down the wide split 
of her mother's buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The couple jerked 
against each other for a moment longer, and then lay still. 

Dryden, standing above them, continued stroking his prick over their moist, 
perspiring bodies until he could no longer stand the sense of anticipation. 
He grasped David's father by the shoulder and pulled back hard, very nearly 
jerking him bodily from off the top of the spreadeagled woman. "Get out of 
the way," Dryden shouted at the other man, pushing him from the bed. 

Lisa watched in stark terror, her eyes wide-open and fearful as Mr. 
Curland's half-deflated penis withdrew with a wet sucking noise from her 
mother's wide-open crotch. His sweating, spent body was replaced by Mr. 
Dryden's who, without hesitation, squirmed and wormed and wiggled his way 
upwards against her moistly damp flesh until his cock touched heartily and 
speared against the moist, pink lips of her vagina. Then he plunged, having 
located the flesh hanger, forward, filling it with his rock-hard driving 
cock, moving deeply down into her wetly open pussy and immediately began 
fucking into her with long hard strokes. His gleaming wet instrument, fat 
with fresh, hot blood, could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her 
mother's ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his bloated balls 
smacking rhythmically into the moist crevice of her wide-spread buttocks 
below. 

She waited for her to scream in protest, to utter some word of defense in 
her own behalf, to say something to indicate that she knew they were 
ravishing her crotch in the most wanton and depraved manner conceivable, and 
yet there was nothing, no word of protest, no sign at all that the horribly 
obscene rape was objectionable in any way. Lisa wanted to scream for her. 

The older woman's legs quivered straight into the air again, and then 
wrapped, snake-like, around his waist. Her hands sliding down his gleaming 
torso, the fingers squeezing lightly now and again like the sensuous 
tentacles of an octopus, and came to rest, finally, on his white hollowing 
buttocks. The fingers spread, whitened from pressure, then pulled him 
gluttonously into her, heaving him upwards, working him as far up into her 
belly. Her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance, taking all it could, 
like a huge ravenous mouth devouring him, stroke by stroke, until there was 
only the hearty root of his turgid cock, and even that was flush with the 
lips of her wetly squeezing vaginal lips. Small piteous pleas of passionate 
supplication began to roll from the woman's lips. They were lewd and 
horrible supplications, words that Lisa had seldom heard except in whispers 
and sotto voce from the more daring girls at school. 

For a moment longer she stood at her mother's bedroom doorway trying to 
understand the depravity to which she'd become a firsthand witness, 
listening in abject horror to the small, mewling cries of her mother as she 
rolled and rocked beneath Mr. Dryden's like a common whore off the streets. 

Suddenly, Lisa could stand it no longer. 

She turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps leading downwards to the 
first floor of the house. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled 
silently down her cheeks, smearing the light coat of burnished rouge she had 
put on earlier that evening to accentuate her passing to womanhood with her 
engagement to David. She was totally lost and didn't bother to close the 
front door behind her as she left the house. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Just now, at this particular moment, she was nearly glad that her father 
wasn't alive because it may have been going on even before he died. She 
could remember things that had seemed so insignificant during his long 
illness and now they became terribly important. Her mother often stayed out 
late blaming it on charitable work she was involved in, or on a broken-down 
tire which had given way and had delayed her because of the slow-moving auto 
club. But now, these thing seemed like flimsy excuses for something much, 
much different than charity. Well, thought Lisa bitterly, she's certainly 
practising charity now. And a lot of it. 

She walked to the end of the block and for no particular reason turned 
toward the park. There were too many things for Lisa to think about to 
consider the chill on her young shoulders. Her tortured mind just couldn't 
absorb all of them at one time. Some of the things would just have to wait 
until she could get away and do some thinking under less trying 
circumstances. How could she ever face David again? Marry him? It would be 
impossible now that she'd seen his father taking turns with another man 
ravishing her own mother. Why, it was very nearly incestuous! The horrible 
thought brought tears streaming down her cheeks. What could she do? Where 
would she go? She only had about eighty dollars from graduation presents and 
there really wasn't much else. The money her father left was in trust, and 
that was impossible to get to, until she turned twenty-one. It was out of 
the question to consider borrowing any money. Everyone she knew that had 
enough money to lend would question her about why she needed it, what for, 
and then her plan to leave would be out in the open. Because of her social 
position in the community, she had to protect herself. 

Gregg! 

The idea dawned on her like a new day. She knew her brother would take care 
of her if she could just make it to Santa Monica where he was living. He 
didn't have a lot of money himself-that much was for sure. But of course he 
would help and she could stay with him just long enough to get on her feet. 
Then, with a job, with a little more cash on hand, she could make plans. She 
could start her own life and live in her own way, away from all of the 
misery which she'd come to know so suddenly. 

Certainly Gregg would care for her! From time to time she'd been the one to 
send him money. Now, he would be happy to return the favor, to help out in 
the same way. All of a sudden, she felt much better. She had someplace to 
go, someone she could trust and rely on. 

"Ride, Baby?" A coarse voice suddenly broke through the darkness. 

Lisa turned around to suddenly find herself staring into the shadowed face 
of a man speaking to her from the open window of a car. The headlamps were 
out, and it had coasted to a silent halt next to her. 

"Hey, baby, you look a little lonely... all by yourself out here in the 
park... " The voice was sinister and secretive. 

Lisa noticed in sudden panic that she had walked deep into the park. 
Summoning all of her will power, the young girl casually turned and walked 
back toward the park entrance, staying close to the curb and street lights. 
There was nothing she could do but walk: no one to turn to; no help anywhere 
in sight in the event she should need it. 

Lisa continued to walk in silence. Suddenly she heard the shift of gears as 
the car pulled up alongside her and tracked with her. It was then that out 
of the corner of her eye she saw the others in the car. It looked as if 
there were four of them, two in the front seat and two in the back. 

She quickened her pace slightly, trying not to go too fast for fear that 
showing her fright would trigger exactly what she most wanted to avoid. She 
sensed that if she showed fear the men would abandon all hesitation about 
molesting her. 

"She's a stick up little bitch, Mike," a face now hanging from the back 
window said. "We just ain't offered her nothin' yet. What d'ya think she's 
worth." 

"How can we tell, you idiot! We can't even see'er. Give us some light." 

Lisa's heart pounded almost through her chest, and it kept pounding that way 
as the beam from a flashlight pierced through the darkness and played down 
up on her body. It went roving up and down her legs, caressing her with a 
scorching heat which she'd have sworn she could feel. Involuntarily, she 
moved faster as she sensed with horror the tiny bright spot playing across 
her breasts for a moment, and then down to her soft, well-rounded buttocks. 
She was really frightened now. 

"Look at that cute little ass, Mike. How'd ya like to get yer paws onto 
something like that, eh?" 

"Man, that would be like squeezin' silk. I'll put in a buck for my share. 
Maybe even two." 

"Me, too," chimed several other voices from the car. The voices were mixed 
with lascivious giggles of enjoyment at the fantasy of tormenting the 
defenseless girl in the lonely, dark, shadowy park. 

"Hey, honey," a voice continued, "you can make yourself a few dollars here 
and it won't take but an hour or so. Whadya say?" 

"We might jes take it anyway, honey," came a threat from the front seat. 
"You wouldn't want us doin' somethin' like that, would you?" 

"Come on, honey. One fuck a piece if you come with us nice and easy. We 
promise not to be messy, neither," said the one called Mike, his voice 
lowering a bit. "But if you don't come nice and easy, we jes might take all 
of everything for as much as we want. You hear me?" 

Lisa could stand the horrible insults no longer, and suddenly, out of sheer 
panic and disgust, broke into a desperate run. She pulled her skirt up to 
her thighs and ran as fast as she could toward the park entrance which was 
over a quarter of a block away. Her high heels impeded her speed and she 
tried to kick them off as she continued running, but could not without 
losing her stride. 

"Get'er, she's running," she heard the men in the car shouting at one 
another. A car door opened and slammed behind her. 

"Don't lose that little piece of tail," a voice cried out in the night and 
mixed with the pounding of shoes on the pavement behind her. 

"Goddamn! This little bitch is fast! She's running like a squirrel!" 

"Y-y-yeah! But you g-g-get her, eh? Come on, faster." 

There was a puffing voice behind her. It was close, so close she thought she 
could feel the breath down her neck. She strained, tried to run faster, 
trying to escape the coarse, horrible men chasing her. There was not a 
single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her if she was 
caught, and the thought made her move that much faster. She kept her legs 
pulling up and down faster and faster, faster than she thought she could 
ever move, and the curved, wrought iron entrance sign loomed just a little 
ways ahead of her, close enough that she thought she might be able to reach 
it and the security of passing motorists before the men behind her gained 
enough to take her into captivity. 

She was almost there! 

A hand reached out from behind her and grasped for her flowing hair in the 
night breeze behind her. 

He missed! 

Lisa screamed with all her strength as she felt her heel dig into the soft 
ground and her legs twist from beneath her. Her two pursuers dove and landed 
in a heap on top of her prostrate body, crushing her breasts and the wind 
from her lungs. Again she screamed, this time louder and harder, for fear of 
her life. 

"Bring the goddamned car over here. We got her, now get the goddamn fucking 
car over here so we can get the hell out of here." 

Oh, God, flickered through her mind. "Help! Please! Help!" She screamed at 
the top of her lungs until a harsh, rough, calloused hand clamped down over 
her lips. 

The car came screeching up to a halt a few feet away at the curb. 

"Get'er in, damn it. Get'er in." 

"Oh, dear God, please, oh please," she grunted, and again the calloused hand 
rose up and over her mouth, gagging her and leaving her struggling with all 
her remaining strength for breath. They were moving her to the car with 
little or no difficulty. 

They had the back door wide open, and one of them was in the back seat 
waiting to hold onto her once they heaved her body up and across to him. He 
grabbed Lisa by the neck, and took hold as they thrust her head first 
through the open door and the waiting man pulled her hard into the interior 
so that she went face down across his lap. 

The one called Mike leaped on top of her, pulling the door closed behind 
him. The other one jumped in the front seat alongside the driver, and the 
car roared off with a squeal of tires. Lisa's pale blue eyes were wide with 
terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent 
by fear somewhere deep in her throat. 

"Hold onto her. Have ya got'er?" a hot, excited voice came from the driver's 
seat. 

"We got 'er alright. Just keep this car going, ya understand? Just keep us 
on the road." 

The car shifted into second and roared down the road heading out of town. 
"Don't let her up till we get outta here." 

Lisa felt a thick muscular arm circle around her and another harsh, 
calloused hand pressed into her face, over her mouth, so hard that her lips 
ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel his excited 
breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from letting out so 
much as a peep. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes, and 
it seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. Tears of helpless 
frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the lewd, obscene picture of David's 
father's cock spearing mercilessly into her mother's open and receptive cunt 
crossed her mind, and she sobbed helplessly as the grim realization came 
that she, too, might soon be filled with the cruel, hard flesh of one of 
these horrible men who had kidnapped her from the park. 

Oh, God, she prayed silently as the car slicked along the dark, night 
highway, please don't let it happen like this, please don't let it happen 
this way... 

"O.k., you guys, there's an intersection coming up. Keep her the fuck down. 
You understand? Keep 'er down!" 

Mike pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the 
full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp 
from terror as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer 
attempted to escape. Her concerns now were more direct, more immediate. She 
wanted to keep her face as far from the loins of the boy whose lap she'd 
been pressed into. When she moved his hand clasped against her face, 
following her every movement to insure that she would not scream. 

Lisa could feel Mike's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks 
from behind where he lay over her back. His face was up inside her hair, 
pressing at the back of her head, and she winced slightly, in spite of the 
pain throughout her body, from the stale odor of alcohol that he breathed 
alongside her face. They obviously had been drinking a lot, and though she 
really hadn't seen any of them doing it outright, she was certain that it 
had something to do with their loose demeanor. 

Why, she questioned herself, did she have to be the one? Why did she have to 
catch her mother and those men taking turns fucking her? She sensed that the 
entire chain of events of her life was going to be changed and rearranged in 
such a manner that it would never be the same. If only she had not gone to 
the kitchen for milk after entering. 

Behind her, Mike's breath was coming heavier. He had lain still at first, 
recovering his wind from the struggle and the run it took to catch Lisa, but 
now, somewhat recuperated, Lisa could feel the whole of his body squirming 
down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to move but 
could not. The pressure of the man's arm around her face and neck, and the 
weight of Mike's body on her back held her pinned tightly to the seat. Her 
knees were hanging off the edge and she could feel him sliding down her back 
until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her 
buttocks. She moaned her protest into the hand over her mouth as she felt 
his knee inserting between the backs of her legs, prying unceasingly, 
relentlessly and cruelly. 

She fought, but there was no stopping him. 

He had leverage, and soon her inner thick muscles tired as she felt them 
being pushed slightly open. His hardened penis, trapped painfully under the 
tightness of his jeans, pressed hard and intimately into the upraised 
junction of the soft underside of her thighs. 

The car raced along the highway, leaving the sparse lights of the suburbs 
well behind. There was the click of the glove compartment opening in the 
front seat, and a sound of glass scraping against metal. 

"H-h-how about a d-d-drink, guys," a stuttering thick voice asked from the 
front seat. 

"Goddamn, Pete, for a dummy you sure do get some fine ideas every now and 
then," Mike answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from Lisa's 
upraised buttocks. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of 
the front seat to take the bottle. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated 
swallows filled the car above the soft roar of the engine. 

"Whooeee! Damn that stuff burns," he roared after a moment. "Here, Rick, 
take it." 

Rick laughed drunkenly and lifting his head, reached over and grabbed the 
bottle, coughing loudly after his first swallow. Lisa could feel droplets of 
the foul-smelling brew falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from 
the corners of his mouth. The bottle was then passed up to the driver, who 
they referred to as Ralph, and made several rounds among them as she 
trembled silently, too afraid to speak. 

"Hey, what about our piece?" Mike suddenly laughed as he passed the bottle 
to Rick. "Five'll get you ten she wants a little snort herself, eh? 
Something just to warm her up a bit? Wouldn't you like something, baby? Just 
to remind you of how good the times can be, eh?" 

Rick laughed drunkenly and lifted her head from his lap by the hair. He held 
her face up to his chest and with the other hand thrust the mouth of the 
brown bottle at her mouth, pressing it to her lips and insinuating it 
against her tongue. She clenched her lips tightly shut in a vain attempt to 
ward off the bottle and the terrible tasting stuff inside it, but he pressed 
harder, forcing her mouth open wide. The hot burning liquor went oozing and 
bubbling down her throat, and in order to avoid choking she had to swallow 
the booze. The mouth of the bottle pressed harder and harder at her throat 
with every swallow. 

"Hot damn, you better open another bottle, Pete," chortled Rick. "This broad 
can really slug it down! Ain't that so, blondy? Rick was forcing her to take 
more of the stuff, sticking the bottle down into her throat and rubbing it 
there until she gagged and swallowed in order to breathe. 

Between his turns at the bottle, Mike let his hands play over the smooth 
rounded corners of her buttocks. In spite of the deadening effect of the 
alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away. 

"Hold 'er good, Rick. She's slippin' away like a little wet minnow." 

Rick's hands came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it in to his 
loins until the bottle came around their way again. She could feel the car 
turning off the main road onto a dirt one. It was rough and rocky, and with 
each bump they hit she could feel the hardness of Mike behind her butt 
resting deeper into the open unprotected crevice between the backs of her 
thighs. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him, and had faint 
visions of what his leering face must look like as he held her warm, 
throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed. 

The obscene helplessness of her position, coupled with the warm, dark liquid 
they had forced down her, caused a strange, crazy fluttering deep inside her 
belly. It intensified each time Mike moved his loins behind her and the 
contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly and her throat was bone 
dry. 

"How much longer?" Mike wanted to know, his breath coming heavily. His hands 
cupped the round firmness of her buttocks beneath the thin material of her 
now torn and soiled party gown. 

"Bout two miles," Ralph answered tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep 
'er down anyway, there's houses all along this road." 

"Don't worry about that," Mike answered with lascivious joy in his voice. 
"She can't make any sense at all, now. She's too tight to do nothin'." 

"P-p-pull 'er d-d-dress up," Pete slobbered drunkenly with his head hanging 
over the seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over 
the figure of the helpless kneeling girl in the back seat. 

"I gotta fuck her now," Mike hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his 
voice. 

"Not now," Rick objected. "Wait till we get her to the cabin. You'll have a 
bed, a place to spread her out... and that way we can all watch real easy 
like... " 

"Man, I'm tellin' you, I just can't hold back any longer. I'm gonna stick 
her right now or my old balls are gonna explode!" Mike intoned hoarsely as 
he felt the softness of her behind grinding back into him in her futile 
efforts to ease her contorted body. 

"Hang on, Rick" he muttered. "I'm gonna pull her dress up." 

"Go on, M-M-Mike," Pete stuttered excitedly. 

"F-F-Fuck 'er n-n-now!.. 

Lisa, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the 
assailant's binding hands, but the slow, seductive movement of her buttocks, 
crushing back into the hardness of his loins, only succeeded in sharpening 
his desire for her. She sobbed uncontrollably into the hand covering her 
mouth, and broke away from it with a jerk of her head. 

"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do it to me! Please!" 

Mike reached down to her knees and jerked at the dress bunched beneath her 
on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, 
fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded 
white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. 

Mike gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her 
waist. All the while Rick held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as 
each voluptuously smooth portion of her body came further into view. 

"Pull 'er dress on up over her head," Mike coughed excitedly at him, as his 
trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. 
His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the 
smooth, silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her 
ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips 
as she screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band 
of nylon lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crevice of her 
buttocks, and even in the dim interior of the car, he could see silken tufts 
of her soft blonde hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the 
legbands. The rounded globules of her behind were brashly exposed to the 
lust-crazed eyes of all but Ralph, who still hung tensed over the wheel as 
he maneuvered the car skillfully down the dirt road toward the forest in the 
distance. 

Lisa was wild with fear and terror now. Even the stunning, deadening effects 
of the liquor could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was 
happening to her. 

She was going to be raped! 

Raped by a vicious gang of men who thought and acted like beasts and had 
little compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her 
buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate 
was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that 
could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first 
stream of light from under the door of her mother's bedroom that night, and 
there was no way to turn back the clock now. Lisa was jerked back to brutal 
reality by the touch of Mike's hands running up the sides of her almost 
naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment 
and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist 
above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his 
breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring 
right through her body, as his hands traced a path just behind their leering 
gaze. 

"Man! Look at that! Jes, look at it!" Mike's face was contorted crazily as 
he spoke the words with nearly trance-like ardour and admiration. 

Thin lines of spittle drooled from the idiot face of Pete, as he hung over 
the front seat, his eyes gleaming with vicious desire. Ralph, behind the 
wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath and 
then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater 
speed. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Lisa groaned in feeble protest as she felt a hardness from Rick's crotch 
rising under her cheek. He had followed Mike's instructions and pulled the 
dress over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring 
of useless cloth. Now, in his excitement, he was running his hands over her 
back which was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of 
her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced 
across her back, and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her 
buttocks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through 
the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and 
sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled 
his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until 
she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, 
while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working 
clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it 
snapped apart, and her full, young breasts, large and resilient, fell free. 

Rick wasted no time. As he gasped at Mike's hands coursing wildly and 
hungrily up and over the softly rounded sphere's of Lisa's buttocks, his own 
hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep line where the 
brassiere strap had been. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right 
breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a new groan from Lisa's lips. 
Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin 
as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now, trying to dislodge 
itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with 
an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud, 
threatening rebuke from Mike. 

"You son of a fucking bitch! What the hell you think you're doing to her? 
I'm gonna fuck her!" 

"I'm just feeling her up, that's all. I gotta right to feel her fucking up, 
you know!" 

"Not when I'm gonna fuck her, you don't!" 

"Knock it off you two," Ralph snapped from the front seat. "There's plenty 
of them goodies for everybody. Just take it easy." 

"I ain't waitin'," said Mike, and glared at Rick across the length of Lisa's 
helpless, prostrate body. "Now you just hold her and that's all. Get it?" 

"Aw right, but I get her first when we get to the cabin," he grudgingly 
relented, and pulled his hand from beneath her body. 

"C-c-come on, M-Mike, f-fuck her quick," Pete drooled anxiously. "G-G-Give 
it to her n-n-now!" 

"Shut up, goddamn it, all of ya," Mike growled, "I'm wastin' time." 

Lisa jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed 
from her almost nude body. She had lain there almost dormant from paralyzing 
fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, fighting 
over who would enjoy the pleasure of defiling her first. But she knew now 
that this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her 
strength now there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would 
be better than losing my virginity to this horrible group of wild animals. 
With this thought racing like a mad dog through her mind, she gave one final 
effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the speeding car. 
Her sudden movement had caught both Nick and Mike by surprise, but they 
moved quickly and violently to right the situation to their best advantage. 

"Pull her back up here!" Mike shouted as they struggled with her flailing 
arms and legs beneath them. "That's it. Get this little alligator of a bitch 
landed so I can fuck her brains out. She's gonna get it nice and greasy now. 
I don't like this struggle bullshit." 

"Now hold her, goddamn it," Mike commanded viciously. "I'm gonna give it all 
to this bitch." 

Trembling in abject terror of what was about to happen, Lisa heard the harsh 
metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her. Then came the 
warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender 
backsides of her thighs. She could feel a certain stickiness where the wet 
hot seminal fluid seeped from the throbbing prick's large inflated head. 
With his hands on her hips, he pressured her upwards higher off the seat. 
Then he pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward 
movement, peeled the white flimsy panties from the half-moons of her 
buttocks. When the silky material caught at the junction of her belly and 
thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. 

He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the car, and then pushed 
them tight into the moronic Pete's face hanging with enraptured 
concentration over the back of the front seat. 

"Smell a little of that sweet ooze. That cunt-juice is worth everything, eh, 
Pete?" Mike chortled at the crazed idiotic gaze that flickered through the 
retarded man's eyes. 

"L-L-Lemme feel her c-c-cunt," Pete suddenly stuttered in a deranged moronic 
squeal, and without warning thrust his hand down over the back seat of the 
car with a swiftness which caught Mike off guard. The force of his 
unexpected movement pushed Mike back a little, giving his hand complete 
access to the warm wet juncture of Lisa's upraised buttocks. She jerked 
forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Rick's 
crotch, but there was no escape. The half-wit's full extended hand clamped 
down tightly against her, covering the whole juncture of her thighs and 
buttocks. She wiggled in desperation, attempting with all her strength to 
evade the wildly digging fingers which were thrusting, probing and finally 
screwing madly at her vulnerable, unprotected cunt. 

"Aaaaagghhh," she screamed wildly, gasping for much needed breath. Lisa 
fought the temptation to pass out from the agonizing grinding which 
continued to roll and whip at the juicy interior of her cunt despite her 
physical contortions and painful weeping. The finger unceasingly screwed 
into her vagina, skewering it like a red-hot branding iron, working in deep 
against the smooth virginal flesh of her sweltering cunt, breaking through 
the tight ring of her virginity and going on further, down deep into the 
warm wet cavern beyond. 

Shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs, hollering and swearing, Mike 
used all of his strength to try to wrestle the cruel probing hand away from 
the confines of Lisa's violated crotch, but the strength of the lust-filled 
half-wit was that of ten men. He continued to grind his bony finger around 
and around, deep inside the painfully expanding channel of Lisa's vagina, 
while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the 
depraved attack on her up-rooted hymen and unprotected genitals. She felt as 
though her vaginal passage was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the 
dim consciousness of her tortured brain, the slight giving and tearing of 
her flesh. 

The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had protected for so long was being 
ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain of 
it all, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the 
restricting hands of Rick on her shoulders, squeezing her tight to avoid 
getting reprimanded and punished by Mike should he let go. And of course 
there was the pressure, incessant and harsh, of the wildly flailing Mike 
himself, working behind her with both hands locked tightly around Pete's 
wrist, forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained, stretched and 
abused vaginal passage. 

Finally it was over. 

Pete's long, bony finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the 
young fleshy folds of Lisa's cunt, and he grunted in pain as Mike shoved him 
with all his strength, which was much, back into the windshield of the car. 

Ralph blurted at them, trying desperately to keep control over the still 
speeding car, "Stop it you idiots! You fucking jerks! You want to get us all 
killed? Cut the shit! What a bunch of fucking jack-offs! We're gonna wreck 
if you don't fucking cut out this shit right now! How the hell am I supposed 
to fucking drive?" 

"I'm gonna kill that idiot bastard when we get to the cabin. I swear it. By 
God, I swear I'll fucking kill him! That goddamned idiot asshole!" Mike was 
livid with rage, and it looked to all in the car that he meant every word of 
his vicious threat. 

"I-I-I gotta right to her, too," stammered Pete. "I-I-It ain't r-r-right 
just you should get her," he added. "I got r-r-right, t-t-too." 

"Shut up, you dumb sombitch, 'fore I ram my cock down your throat. Jus' shut 
the fuck up! You hear me?" 

Pete started to stutter something. "Not one more word," said Mike, leaning 
forward and taking Pete's face in his hands and clogging his mouth with the 
back of his fist. "You hear me, dummy moron asshole? Not another fucking 
word!" 

His eyes fearful despite his superior size and strength, the moron nodded 
and agreed to remain silent. 

"Good," said Mike, relaxing his hold around the man's face. "Good. I'm glad 
you understand that finally." He sat back and watched the cringing moron 
begin to feel terribly squashed under the verbal and physical attack. It was 
obvious that Mike was the respected, accepted leader at that moment and that 
the group would obey him for a while. The others seemed very much afraid of 
his ability to lose his temper. He glared around the car and there was a 
heavy silence, broken only by the piteous sobbing of poor helpless Lisa, 
still kneeling before him in terrible subjugation, a trickle of tell-tale 
blood smudged at the inside of her ravished crotch where only a moment 
before she'd been finger fucked out of her hymen. 

Mike turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Lisa's gleaming white 
buttocks, protruding full and round in the dim light. His lips curled 
tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting 
feast spread in servile anguish before him. 

"Now she's gonna get it real nice. You know what I mean little girl? You're 
gonna get the kind of a fuck you been waiting for all your life. And I can 
tell, too, that you have been waiting!" He eyed the smudge of blood on the 
inside of her leg. It flickered in the traveling lights of the car like a 
spot of dirt on her loin. But it was plain enough that Mike could tell 
without question what it was. He hissed between his clenched teeth at her, 
while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crevice that 
separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass. "Oh, yeah, you're gonna get 
it nice and full, baby. Just the way you been waiting for it." 

"Oo-oh no, please, please don't anymore," she begged and pleaded through a 
veil of tears which represented all of her shame and humiliation at the 
terrible losses she'd already suffered at the hands of this cruel group of 
kidnapping men. 

She could feel Mike's hands begin to knead the open and unprotected twin 
mounds of her buttocks. Her body jerked upwards as she felt his thumbs on 
either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart so that she 
thought she could stand it no longer. 

"Stop! God! Oo-oh no, stop!" 

She sobbed out her weak and futile protest, as the cool air from the open 
car window rushed in between her buns and brought back the sense of 
semi-consciousness. A groan escaped her lips as the full realization of her 
position flickered through her mind. "Oo-oh God, no more!" 

"Hold her good, Rick," Mike commanded the man holding Lisa. "Hold her good 
and tight and make sure she don't try anything dumb or silly. She's so 
fucking tight I got to change around a bit." 

"Maybe," said Rick, "she ain't never been screwed before." 

"No foolin'," said Mike, holding up a finger smudged with blood which showed 
the evidence of Lisa's broken hymen. "Now get hold of her tight." 

He gave one last hard push with his forearm and Lisa felt the last of her 
desperate strength subsiding and gave way to limp terror. Her body shuddered 
and she moaned as his finger worked up, worm-like, into the now wet and open 
passageway of her cunt. She clenched her teeth in another futile effort to 
drown out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered 
virginity and moved about in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper inside 
her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead, there was a 
helpless muffled groan of exhaustive acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted 
body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find 
the strength to even protest against the vile, monstrous fondling of her 
secret parts that she had worked so hard to save for David and their wedding 
night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to 
a few moments before by the moronic sadist in the front seat. And now-now 
there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered 
viciously and without ceremony by the arrogant, unknown man behind her, 
whose face she had never even seen. 

She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers begin to work 
steadily to and fro in the wetly pulsing and hot spread lips of her nakedly 
exposed cunt. The entrance spread in accord with his probing fingers as they 
worked back and forth across the moist flesh of her labial canal. She could 
feel his long middle finger leading an assault on the inner cave itself, 
working down into the depths of her until there was no further place for him 
to go. There was a sucking wet noise as his fingers slid out and held the 
lips back and apart for a moment. 

He squirmed up behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened 
cock, guiding it slowly forward the way a crew might have carried a 
delicately fused nuclear warhead. He pressed deliberately into the spot 
where his fingers held the flesh hinges of her cunt apart and ready. 

Again Lisa cringed forward, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt 
the large bulbous head moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit 
of her vagina, parting the sparse soft blonde pubic hair in preparation for 
his entry. She tried to close her eyes, but his knees insinuated between 
them, held them cruelly open and made her stay vulnerable and unprotected, 
ready. 

"Hold her tight, boy, I'm gonna slip it in nice and easy. Now's the time to 
hold her good, Rick. Keep her there, nice and ready and easy," Mike directed 
the wide-eyed man whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on her 
shoulders. Pete who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the back 
of the seat and gasped at the scene with tiny streams of drool hanging from 
his slackened mouth. 

Lisa whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the 
cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning. It felt 
soft at first and then, when he met his first resistance, he pressured 
forward. She groaned terribly. "Oo-oh, no-oh... no... No!" He pressed 
forward again, this time flexing his buttocks with terrible strength and 
persistence giving his forward momentum an extra shove, a good hard push, 
and then, suddenly, everything gave! The tight elastic ring popped open with 
a quick unexpected snap and the huge cock-head slipped wetly inside with a 
rush that left Lisa gasping for breath. 

"Aaahhhgggghhh!" 

She flailed her head wildly into Rick's crotch as he worked with all his 
strength to hold her tight. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her 
tired muscles for a moment and she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman with 
super-human strength. She bucked up and down, seeking escape from the cruel 
and painful impalement of her cunt. 

"God, what a pussy!" remarked Mike with unabashed admiration for the feel of 
its warmly wet walls slipping over his rigid pole like hot melted butter. 
His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick, 
rock-hard cock speared heartily into the helplessly struggling girl without 
mercy. 

It raced into her like a fast whirling drill case-hardened for boring into 
the depths of the rocky substrata of the earth, battering and smashing all 
before it in great waves of moistly heated flesh until suddenly his pelvis 
smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, 
sharp slap that reverberated through the speeding car like a flat-handed 
blow across the face. 

Lisa's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as he reached 
forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole 
body back tight against him. His thickly hard penis was sunk to its fullest 
depth, buried to the rooty hilt as she felt the hardness of the bulbous head 
pressed tightly against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to 
struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered 
her; she knelt in servile acceptance like a slave, ready to be used as her 
new masters desired. 

Her body went limp as she felt the coarse hands roving down her smooth slick 
shoulders across the sides of her torso; the fingertips grazing lightly on 
the resilient flesh of her breasts and then working down to the curvaceous 
rounds of her girlish hips, sliding down to the backs of her smooth, ample 
thighs until they arrived at the narrow space where his turgidly hefty cock 
continued to rotate deep inside her moist pussy, flooding the ever-widening 
space, grinding forward into the hollow wet socket of her tight slippery 
cunt. 

The pain lessened as she felt her soft passage expanding further and further 
with each rotation he made inside her. Her tears of shame and humiliation 
continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she 
could do but accept the obscenely vile rape of her body without resistance. 

Mike's hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering breasts, dancing 
against the seat below, with each hard thrust he made into her cunt. He 
worked her steadily, gearing up inside her vagina with the hot head of his 
expanded bulbous cock, giving her the steady cadence of a rhythmic primitive 
fuck. His eyes bulged wider as he gasped at the ragged pink flanges of the 
protective flesh and soft folds around her cunt, drawing back with each 
outstroke, and then being swallowed in again as he thrust forward into her 
with the powerful in-out rhythm he had begun. 

Pumping into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, his fingers 
worked cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered anus, and then jerked forward 
again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his cock while he 
continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now 
a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely 
against the squirming, beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could 
feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground 
savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his 
distorted face. He had never had anything quite like this before, nothing 
this young, this tender, so helpless... and it was driving him wild with 
pleasure. His thick inflated cock ached and burned as it never had before, 
and then, in one long agonizing ecstasy-filled moment, he burst forth, 
spewing out in volcanic intensity his load of liquid lust. "Done!" 

"Just in time," said Ralph, pulling the car to a halt on a gravel driveway. 
"We're at the cabin." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The interior of the little abandoned farmhouse was even more shabby than the 
outside. Lisa held back for a moment at the doorway as Mike disappeared 
inside and lit an old-fashioned kerosene lamp. He returned to pull her 
inside the ramshackle house. The air was still, moist, and cold. A dampness 
permeated everything. 

"Build a fire, Pete," Mike commanded to the sulking form who was last to 
enter. "And don't burn the damn place down, either." 

"I-I-I kin build as good a f-f-fire as an-an-anyone," he stammered 
defensively. Then he stepped outside to collect wood. 

"Ya oughta go easy on him, Mike," Ralph said when Pete was out of earshot. 
"He's one o' us, you know, and you oughta go easy on him." 

"He'll be treated right when he pulls his own weight and doesn't go doin' 
the kind o' thing he did back there in the car. I'll cut his balls off next 
time he tries somepin' like that!" 

"Ah, he was jes excited-ya know how he gits," Rick chimed in on the 
argument. Ya know he ain't got but half a brain in his head." 

"I know that, and that's why I'm pushin' 'im. He's gotta learn to control 
himself, just like the rest of us," Mike answered tersely. "When he does 
that, then he can have it. Besides, I got thinking to do. I told the man I'd 
be all ready when he sends his contact man up with the plans tomorrow." 

"Where's he comin' in from?" asked Rick. 

"Around where the girl comes from, of course. He's got a kind of corporation 
planned for us and her folks. We're gonna get our money." 

"Mmm, that's gonna be nice," said Ralph. 

"Yeah," agreed Rick. "Real nice. We'll be on easy street then, eh, Mike? E-Z 
Street!" He smacked his lips and rubbed his hands together, imagining what 
it would be like to have a lot of money all for himself. 

The others snickered a bit and Lisa listened in confused wonder. The apathy 
that had lain over her mind since first being abducted into the car by this 
gang of seemingly demented hoodlums was gradually lifting and she found 
herself more and more perceptive of what was going on around her. She had 
assumed at first that they were just a wild bunch of criminals, perhaps 
escapees of the state reformatory. But now it appeared that there was 
something more involved, something sinister to their plans. They seemed to 
be here for a purpose, and it was surely connected with her own personal 
being as well. 

"What we gonna do with the chick afterwards, Mike?" Rick wanted to know. 
"She could blow our whole thing if we let her loose." 

"She ain't gonna get loose-we'll make sure of that. And besides, the pay-off 
ain't gonna be for a couple of days anyhow, and we'll worry about her when 
the time comes." 

"You ain't gonna kill her, are ya?" Ralph intervened with a worried look on 
his face. 

Mike looked at him for a short second and then burst into laughter at his 
concern. 

"Man," he roared, "here you are all intent on doin' rape and every other 
thing you can think of to get your hands on some greenbacks, and when it 
comes to snuffin' one little girl you get all broken up about it, hey? How's 
that work?" 

"It's different," argued Ralph. "She's got some appeal, now that I get a 
good look at her. Some kind of character. And if they caught us after-" 

"They ain't gonna catch us for nothin'," snapped Mike. "We gonna take good 
care of her-my way. And, meanwhile," he added, "she can watch after us, 
can'tcha, honey?" 

Mike smiled at her and Lisa dropped her head, staring back at the floor. She 
leaned more heavily against the wall where he had left her, and drew her 
arms around her breasts. They hung loose and partially exposed from a large 
tear in the upper part of her dress, caused by their struggles in the car. 
Her bra was gone, along with her panties, and she felt naked and vulnerable 
to their stares as they waited for her to answer Mike's question. She stood 
silent and did not speak. 

"I asked ya a question," he suddenly spat at her and walked to her side. 

Still Lisa did not move or make a sound, even though her heart was lodged 
tightly in her throat in fear. 

The loud sound of a hard slap suddenly echoed through the room as the man 
who had so brutally raped her, swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the 
palm of his hand down hard across her face. 

"Now, you jest answer when I ask ya sumpin, baby, or next time it's gonna be 
worse." 

"W-What do you want from me?" she managed finally to whimper through the 
thin stream of tears his stinging hand had brought to her eyes. 

"I just asked you if you was gonna take care of us, and I want the answer 
loud and clear so that everyone can hear what you have to say. Loud and 
clear for all the boys, Lisa. Ya understand?" 

"Y-Y-Yes," she finally said quietly. She could see the cold cruel glint in 
his dark eyes, and she knew that any sign of resistance right now would only 
bring further pain and indignities from him. He was the leader of this gang 
and could not under any circumstances run the risk of being disobeyed in 
front of the others. They worshipped strength and she sensed that if he lost 
his prestige in this matter with them, that he would lose all. It was again 
the old tale of the male cats fighting for leadership of the "pride", and 
the females that went with it. There was only one law that applied and that 
was the law of the jungle. 

"That's a good little country club chick. We gonna make a good baby outta 
ya, jest to show these boys that the good old rich kids ain't necessarily 
bad-they just seem that way. Ain't that right?", Mike hissed. "Awright, 
Ralph, show 'er the kitchen, man. She's gonna have to earn 'er keep here for 
a few days, in more ways than one. And make 'er clean it good." He grabbed 
her arm and shoved her towards the tall thin man who had been driving the 
car, and she let herself be taken to the kitchen without a struggle. There 
was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance she had first shown. Her 
only chance for staying alive now was to keep close to Mike. She was certain 
his hard outward approach to her was an act to show the others that he could 
be cold and cruel, for he somehow seemed to have developed a sense of 
protectiveness toward her that might keep the others away-at least for a 
little while. 

In the kitchen, using what meager tools were available, Lisa cleaned and 
scrubbed the place, and then she prepared and served a meal of eggs and 
sausage which the boys gobbled up as quickly as they could. Except for Mike. 
It was apparent, as he ate with quiet confidence, that he could feel the 
power he possessed over the young country club girl, never once raising his 
eyes to look at Lisa like the others. He knew she was there and knew she was 
his, by virtue of his leadership of the gang. His hold on her was his 
strength and the protection he offered her. 

"Get me some whiskey outta the box," he spoke for the first time since 
beginning to eat, "and bring four glasses. No, bring five. One for you, too, 
little bitch." 

Lisa went to the kitchen without hesitation and brought the bottle back with 
the glasses and watched silently by his side as he poured a drink out for 
all of them. He poured hers a little more full than the others and pushed it 
toward her on the table. 

"Drink it down without stopping." Lisa raised the glass and took a small 
sip, feeling the hot liquid burning down her throat all the way to her 
stomach. It made her feel slightly sick until she saw Mike's eyes glued to 
her out of the corner of her eyes and she tilted the glass again to take a 
larger swallow. She almost coughed it up, but with supreme effort, she 
managed to hold it all down. A faint lightheadedness swirled through her as 
she raised the glass again and turned it bottom up, finishing the warm fluid 
to the last drop. 

"S-S-She done it," Pete stammered with a gleeful ring in his voice. 

"I told her to, didn't I? Mike said proudly. "She's gonna be my chick and I 
don't wanna see none of you bastards layin' a hand on her without my okay. 
You got that?" 

"Aw, come on now, Mike," Rick protested loudly. "We gotta right, too. We all 
took her together." 

"I got the right. Remember the club rules," Mike cut him off. 

"She ain't just yours," Ralph remonstrated hesitantly. "We all got her 
together, like we planned." 

"Now you guys take a look and see if you don't think she belongs to me." 
With that Mike reached to the back of Lisa's tattered gown and ripped it 
down the back in one mighty jerk. The flimsy material split without effort 
and floated uselessly to the floor. She gasped when she realized what he'd 
done and tried desperately to cover herself with the last remnants of 
clothing. 

"Leave it there, you naked bitch," she heard his voice command from above 
her. "They ain't never seen such a pretty little white ass before, and my 
showin' them is gonna make me own you, honey. You just give them the look 
they been waitin' for." 

Lisa hesitated, still crouched on the floor where she kneeled in vain 
attempt to cover herself. Her arms were folded tightly over her firm breasts 
that swung voluptuously from her bending torso, naked and unprotected. Her 
legs were clamped tightly together in an attempt to hide the blonde silken 
treasure lying between her thighs. She began to tremble from the sudden 
obscene exposure of her body to the lewd stares of the men in the room. 

"Now, get up, baby," Mike commanded tersely. "Let 'em see all of a pretty 
little country club body, eh? All of that pretty naked flesh." 

The others crowded around her, gaping with unadulterated admiration and 
desire at the full proud young body being exhibited before them. 

"Jesus Christ," Rick breathed heavily. "Look at them tits. Man, I'd like to 
get my mouth on them! That's for sure!" 

Pete stood immobile, a crazy lustful grin playing across his smacking wet 
lips. He was very nearly drooling when he stuttered, "B-B-Big 
b-b-b-boobies!" It was all he could do to keep from reaching forward again 
to fondle the soft flesh with his harsh, calloused hands as he had done 
before in the car, but one look from Mike cut him off short. He had felt the 
leader's wrath before, and that was enough to keep him restrained for a 
while. 

"You jest ain't got no right to hold us off 'er," Ralph growled as his eyes 
followed the full, ripe contours of her curved hips to the soft silken 
downiness at the juncture of her hips and thighs. "We're all in this 
together, man." 

Mike stood proud and defiant beside Lisa, reveling in the control he held 
over her and the others. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, 
being able to play on and control their passions this way. He was confident 
and sure of his powers, and he stood there almost smirking at them, a 
thoughtful contemptuous smile slowly crossing his lips. 

"Hey, you cats really wanna chance to get at her?" 

"Man, that's what we been talkin' about all night long," Rick answered 
quickly, his eyes locked greedily on Lisa's naked body. 

"How much bread ya got between ya?" Mike asked as his eyes narrowed slyly. 

"We ain't gonna buy 'er. That ain't right!" Ralph protested. 

"Who said 'buy', man? I'm talkin' about a little poker-that's all. A 
friendly game of cards. Winner take some flesh, mm?" He eyed Lisa's smooth, 
shimmering girlish hips. 

"Y-Y-You always win," stuttered Pete. "It still ain't f-f-f-fair." 

"Aw man, come on. I jes been lucky. Les play cards, eh?" He turned again to 
Lisa and said, "Take a look at them fine creamy breasts. How'd ya like to 
get yer hands on those two, eh?" 

Lisa shrank back as she heard Mike's words. He was proposing to offer her as 
prize in a game of chance. He just couldn't mean it! He wasn't going to use 
her as his stakes in a poker game! She had heard of wives being lost in card 
games of the old West and on the Mississippi riverboats, but it just 
couldn't happen now, not with these savage hoodlums as players. 

"P-Please, don't," she stammered, speaking her first pleading, begging words 
to Mike since he'd assaulted her in the car. She had never thought she could 
bring herself to beg like this in such a degrading position, but she had no 
choice. It was total subjugation to him alone or be used by all the others 
as a helpless plaything. 

"Don't worry none, baby. These are all my, ah... my... brothers! Ha, ha, 
ha!" he cackled mercilessly, shoving her forward toward the table where 
everyone had just finished eating. "Now clean off that table. We're gonna 
play cards." 

There was no further argument possible as Mike made Lisa clean the table 
without letting her put her dress back on. It was obvious he was enjoying 
the covetous glances the others were casting at her naked white body, and 
wanted to extend his domination over them as far as he could under the 
opportune circumstances. Lisa was forced to stand by Mike and keep the 
glasses full while the game got under way. She watched each hand with 
growing concentration and she could feel her heart beating faster each time 
she saw one of the others win. 

Slowly but surely, Rick's smile broadened, for he was gradually whittling 
more and more of the leader's money away in spite of the fact that he was 
breaking even, or winning slightly more than the other two. 

After about a half-hour of intense play, there came a loud moan from Pete's 
side of the table. He was out of money altogether. He rose, throwing his 
cards with a disappointed flourish to the table, slumped dejectedly in a 
chair in a corner of the room. 

Lisa's heart rose at this turn of events-it meant for sure she wouldn't have 
to submit to the moronic Pete. At least, no matter what else happened, for 
the time being she was saved from bodily ravishment by the half-wit. 

Her joy was short-lived, however, for a few minutes later the ape-like Rick 
won over half the remaining money on the table, and it looked like he was 
slowly but surely taking charge of the rest-which meant that Lisa would 
become his personal physical property. 

Finally, a broad grin broke across Rick's face and his teeth sparkled like 
the ivory of a keyboard piano in the dim light of the cabin lamp. His eyes 
locked on Lisa's trembling body as he lay down the last winning hand, one 
which everyone, including Mike recognized as defeat! 

"Read 'em and weep," he gloated at the vanquished Mike. Three solid Kings 
lay face up next to a pair of Aces, matched against Mike's two pair. 

For a moment Rick sat quiet, as though still unable to believe his good 
fortune, and then all of a sudden he jumped to his feet, startling everyone 
in the room, especially Lisa, who felt her heart leap into her throat in 
abject fear and humiliation. 

"Whooooeeee!" He hollered and clapped his hands at the same time. "Some lil' 
piece of ass is gonna get herself fucked tonight like she ain't never before 
had it noways! Mm, yes! And you gentlemen, if you're so inclined-" He 
suddenly grinned as wide as a Cheshire cat. "-is invited to watch it all. 
You especially," he added a special taunt for the dejected Mike, "if you're 
man enough!" 

"It don't bother me none," he lied softly and quickly. "She's just another 
bitch as far as I'm concerned. There's plenty where she came from. "After a 
slight pause he added: "You just better go easy on her, that's all. Jes go 
easy, you hear? I don't want no broken bitch on my hands when you finish 
with her." 

"Man," said Rick, "that weren't part of the deal. I get all I want anyway I 
want it, right, Ralph? Ain't that the rules of this game. Ain't that the way 
we all sat down to play?" 

Ralph nodded and said, "That's right, man. You won fair and square, and no 
one can tell you how to 'spend' your earnings. Ya kin even let me get some, 
the way I understood the deal." 

Mike started up out of the chair, a menacing look crossing his face, but he 
changed his mind and slumped back down. He knew when he would be pushing 
them too far, and if he pushed now, none of them would take it again. He'd 
have a revolution on his hands which was something he did not need. "Hey, 
honey," Rick began, "how about gettin' me and the boys a little whisky, eh?" 
He enunciated his words to stress the harshness of his first request. 
"You're mine for the night, and don't you forget it." 

For a moment, an instant, Lisa hesitated, still holding tight to the back of 
Mike's chair where she had frozen when the last card play had been made. 
Then she gave way and moved to follow the ape-ish man's command, mostly 
because Mike nudged her with his elbow, indicating that she should follow 
her new "owner's" orders. He didn't look at her but kept his eyes glued 
tightly to the center of the table. She went quickly to the kitchen, aware 
of the three sets of eyes following the slight unintentional sway of her 
naked buttocks as she walked across the floor. Quivering chills of fear 
scurried over the paleness of her skin when she heard Rick's last words just 
as she passed through the door. 

"Crazy man, crazy. Look at that HI' ass shake and wiggle like that. I'm 
gonna have me a ball punchin' her up somethin' fierce. Mmm, yes!" 

She poured herself a glass almost full with the brown liquor and drank it 
down in huge gulps while her mind ran to all sorts of ways she might escape 
the cruel humiliation which seemed more and more imminent. She filled her 
glass again and drank as much of it in one swallow as she could get down. 
She gagged but forced the rest of it down against the rebellion of her 
senses and her stomach. The dulling effect slowly began to take over her 
body, and she could feel her sense of touch deadening in the tips of her 
fingers as she clung to the glass. Her eyes rolled slightly in her head and 
she slammed the glass down on the counter, almost breaking it. As her head 
reeled, she had to place both hands on the sink to keep from falling. She 
wished she could get sick. She wished anything would happen that might make 
her in every way undesirable to them, anything that might save her from this 
awful fate. It had been bad enough in the car with Mike, but now the shock 
and surprise that had prevented her from really feeling or understanding the 
full impact of what she was going through had faded. She was conscious now 
and fully aware of the things they were going to do to her and the 
indignities they would force her to accept from them. 

As she reached for the glass to pour another drink, she was stopped short. 

"What ya doing here, baby?" Rick's coarse voice boomed across the narrow 
distance from the door. 

"Don't go gettin' outta your mind now. I don't want no dead drunk piece of 
tail under me when I'm gettin' my kicks now, do I?" 

Lisa nodded dumbly, the effects of the liquor intensifying throughout with 
each second that passed. The alcohol was beginning to drive the 
consciousness from her, helping to blot out the cruel reality which she 
could barely stand to face. She wanted to be dead and unfeeling, and this 
was the closest she could come to it now. 

"You get that whiskey like I told you," boomed Rick's voice, his eyes 
working over the full length of her young figure. 

Lisa took the remains of the bottle she had been drinking from and opened 
another one from the ample supply they'd brought with them. She wondered how 
long they intended to stay at the cabin with so many bottles around. There 
were enough to supply an army, and she hoped they hadn't planned to make the 
cabin a permanent abode. She would never get away in a million years unless 
they made a slip of some kind. 

"Where's that whiskey!" came a harsh cry from the living room of the cabin. 

Lisa used all her will power to force herself to walk back into the room. 
She trembled, knowing she had no choice. If she didn't do as they commanded, 
they would only force her, and that would be a thousand times worse. No, it 
wouldn't help matters for her to show resistance. In fact, they probably 
would enjoy it like school boys deriving sadistic pleasure in tearing the 
wings from the beauty of a summer butterfly, merely because it was 
beautiful. No, fighting would only make matters worse and she couldn't bear 
for this to go on for too long. She would just have to endure the strain 
until the chance for escape came. She knew that she had to do it. There was 
nothing else in all the world to help her but her own will power and 
courage. She was entirely alone. "Me first, Blondie," Rick said as she 
stepped through the door with the bottles in her hand. "Jest remember whose 
your new boss now." 

He held his glass out as she drew nearer, a cocky smile stretching across 
his lips as he relaxed back in his big easy chair. She placed the full 
bottle on the table and began to fill his glass from the other. All the 
whiskey she had consumed was taking its toll, and it took all her 
concentration to avoid spilling Rick's drink on the table. She knew this 
would be a costly mistake and would probably bring further pain and 
suffering. She knew she had to be very careful. 

"Man, you really got a nice lookin' lil pussy there, honey. Give me a lil' 
feel now to get me warmed up some," Rick leered. 

Lisa automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and 
began stroking the soft resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her 
white, softly rounded belly. 

"Freeze, bitch," he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice 
immobilized her and she stood cringing next to where he was slumped down in 
the chair. Her face crimsoned at the indignity of having to stand there 
unable to move as his harsh calloused fingers coursed around the secret 
protective parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear, as she tightly 
clenched her eyes, the snickers of the others as they watched her tormentor 
taking indecent liberties with her young supple body. She moaned softly in 
shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of a finger part the 
sparse blonde pubic hair and push itself upwards into the soft fleshy folds 
surrounding her vagina. It was still moist from the ravishment she had 
undergone in the car some hours ago and she heard a slight gasp come from 
his lips as he felt her openness. 

"Yeah, man, it's gonna slide up that tight lil' hole nice and easy like," he 
murmured as he worked his finger up and down the length of the narrow 
hairlined slit. "Ole Rick's gonna bake his bread nice and long in this lil' 
oven. He's jest gonna lay there and soak and rise, an' soak an' rise, til 
the sun comes up in the morning!" 

Lisa felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would 
burst from the pressure. Her face was beet red from the indignities being 
heaped upon her. Now, as the others looked on, their demeanors slowly 
changing from one of amused fun to slow, deeply smouldering desires, she 
felt a profound embarrassment. 

Mike sat still slumped over the table, his eyes gazing darkly around the 
room as he watched the jubilant Rick slowly working himself into a sexual 
frenzy that he knew was going to erupt in a volcano of rape within a matter 
of minutes. He wanted with all his soul to rise at that moment and smash his 
fist into Rick's face until there was nothing left but a bloody mass of 
unrecognizable flesh for what he was doing to the girl. Not because of any 
particular feeling for Lisa especially, but because he had possessed 
something the others didn't, and now they would have it too. At least, Rick 
and Ralph would. He had warned them about that moronic idiot Pete, and they 
had better heed the warning or he would forget they were his friends in this 
deal altogether. 

"Don't put no marks on the girl," he suddenly blurted with a sense of new 
command, rising from the table. "And remember, that crazy half-wit bastard 
don't touch her at all." 

Rick was suddenly jerked from his eager probing between Lisa's trembling 
legs by the harsh gruffness of Mike's voice. By instinct, he withdrew his 
hand. He was disciplined to follow the leader's commands without question, 
and this was no exception even though he'd won the girl for the evening. He 
knew he could get away with almost anything as long as he stuck to what he 
could argue was his, but if he didn't, there would be danger he was not 
prepared to accept. 

"Alright, he can't have none," Rick agreed after a moment's thought. He knew 
he had a right to argue over whether he should let Pete have some or not, 
but wanted to take no risk now of losing his lovely, voluptuous prize by 
pushing Mike's well-know temper too far. 

"I'm gonna go to bed now," Mike announced as he kept his cold stare on Rich. 
Then he made his way to the bedroom and paused, "And I'm gonna hold ya for 
whatever happens," he growled as he shut the door behind him. 

Rick stayed silent as he watched his leader disappearing through the door. 
Then he let his eyes flicker to the downcast Lisa still standing by his 
chair. He rose slowly, and with a sudden move that caught her completely by 
surprise, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back so 
that she was forced to turn and fall backwards against him. Ralph and Pete 
jumped up from where they sat and crowded together around her so they could 
see the exposed view of her white curvaceous front. Pete's eyes glowed like 
a cat's in the dark as he feasted them hungrily on the firm round breasts 
pointing out at him, gleaming in the firelight. 

"Y-Y-You gonna let m-m-m-me fuck 'er, t-t-too, ain'tchya, Rick?" he 
stuttered excitedly from the impact the sight of Lisa's body was having on 
him. "H-H-He won't do nothin' if ya let me have a little p-p-piece." 

"You jest gimme a hand when I need it, man, and I'll see." Rick leered 
through his toothy mouth at the other two men. It was obvious he was 
enjoying his sudden thrust into prominence by winning the poker hand, and he 
was going to glean every satisfaction he possibly could from the situation, 
including lording it over his fellow kidnappers. 

"You gonna do what I say without no trouble, you hear, little girl?" he 
suddenly directed himself at the captive woman, who was struggling in front 
of him against the pain in her arm. 

She clenched her teeth tightly together and refused to speak. 

"You better learn to talk and to listen to me, baby," he hissed angrily, 
continuing to twist harder. 

Lisa winced with the increased pain, but she still refused to speak. Her 
face was locked in a determined expression of defiance that seemed to 
increase with each moment the final assault on her helpless body drew 
nearer. 

"Alright, bitch, you're askin' for it," snarled Rick finally in frustration 
and anger at the unexpected courage of the helpless girl. "You guys help 
me." 

He jerked forward and pushed her toward the filthy and rickety bed against 
the far wall. Her arm was almost twisted to the point of snapping, and it 
was almost with relief that she felt herself being pushed face down onto the 
mattress, causing him to release her wrist. But... it was only a momentary 
relief. As she struggled to hide her nakedness with her hands and arms, 
other hands reached out from the side of the bed and pressed her tightly 
down into the dirty, creaking mattress. 

"Hold 'er down good and tight," she heard a voice command through the 
shocking mental haze of sudden action, and without warning, a hard fist 
smashed into the side of her head. She groaned and her arms and legs went 
limp, her body splayed wide and helpless in a spread-eagle position across 
the bed. She trembled for a moment, and then tightened the muscles of her 
body again as she heard Rick's next foreboding words. 

"Gimme the belt from your pants, Pete. I'm gonna teach our new friend a 
lesson-one she won't forget!" 

Rick took the belt, and holding it by the buckle, he twirled it 
experimentally in the air. He laughed cruelly as he watched her cringe 
deeper into the bed when she heard it singing threateningly in a small evil 
circle over her naked back. A vicious grin played on his face, showing his 
lecherous wet smacking lips, revealing the deep sense of pleasure he took in 
inflicting fear in her young heart. The others haunched close over the bed, 
their mouths hanging open in undisguised passion at the young helpless form 
trembling in stark terror before them. Rick, taking full advantage of his 
new-found position, commanded them like puppets. 

"Mike said not to mark her," he grinned. "Put that blanket over her and hold 
her down good. One on each end." 

Pete quickly threw the dusty, soiled blanket across the length of her body, 
and reached through the iron uprights at the head of the bed and pulled 
hard, stretching her between them like a helpless victim on some sort of 
ancient torture wrack, her slender voluptuous body outlined through the 
thin, tattered covering they had thrown over her. 

"Now, lil' bitch, yer gonna see how ole' Rick gets you to beg for his prick. 
Ain't that what you little young bitches like to do? Beg for cock?" He spat 
venomously over his shoulder and turned to her. "Mmm? A little cock-begging 
to make the time pass, little girl?" 

For the first time, Lisa managed to cough out a few muted words, through the 
hurt and hopelessness of her situation. She couldn't stand the thought of 
being punished and used for an object in the way her kidnappers presumed 
they must use her. 

"Don't you know, I've always felt sorry for people like you?" she began. 

Rick looked astonished at his partners in crime. "What? Huh?" 

"I mean, I've always felt sorry for people like yourselves, poor and 
uneducated and unable to decide what to do with your lives. I've always 
wanted to help such people. In school, I was studying to be a social worker 
and-" 

"You're gonna do some social work, alright," hooted Rick, unable to resist 
the opportunity to taunt the poor compassionate, desperate girl. "You're 
gonna be socializin' with my dick! Ha! Ha! Ha!" 

The others enjoyed his little rejoinder as much -as he did. 

"Don't you see, the kind of welfare work that you really need, Lisa, is to 
get my horny cock inside you." He smiled evilly and lashed the belt down 
hard against her buttocks under the thin blanket. Lisa screamed and jerked 
her body, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the other two men 
holding her by the arms and legs. The belt raised and descended again and 
again in the chuckling Rick's hand, tracing a painful path the full length 
of her writhing and twisting form. "Aggggghhhhh!" 

Her shrill scream reverberated through the room, and the belt continued to 
lash against the filthy covering through to her sensitive skin for a seeming 
eternity of pain and hurt that she thought would never end. 

"Tell me what you want ole Rick to do to you, honey," he cackled. "Beg ole 
Rick to give you some of what you're good for, some of his big fat cock." 

"Ooooogggghhh!" She moaned as he increased the intensity of the cruel 
lashings. 

"I'm waitin', honey," he tormented her again through a big sadistic grin. 
"Beg me to fuck ya." 

"Ooooh, God, Please don't, stop it, stop it, you're killing me. Oh, God, 
you're killing me!" The poor girl whimpered and pleaded and screamed beneath 
the renewed viciousness of the attack, but nothing seemed to work to make 
him stop his painful work against her innocent flesh. 

"Beg me, baby," he chided gleefully as he sensed her weakening before the 
cruel assault. 

"No... no... I can't. Oh, God, no, don't make me," she screamed on and on 
until suddenly she could no longer stand the cruel sting of the leather belt 
snapping against her flesh. She gave one long, low whimper and her body went 
limp on the bed. Rick held the belt still for a moment, listening to the 
soft, pleading mumblings that began rolling from her half-opened mouth 
pressed tightly into the softness of the ruined mattress. 

"Fuck me... fuck me... anything... Oh, God, I can't stand it... don't 
care... just stop... please... please... oo-oh!" 

The sadist's cruel grin broadened as he heard the pathetically whimpering 
Lisa's final admission of surrender to him. Breaking the will of this 
voluptuous young girl for his own generate purposes gave him a sense of 
power he'd never possessed before. It was something he would not have dared 
dream of years ago before he'd joined this gang of hoods with whom he now 
traveled. It was something beyond his wildest dreams and now, like the day 
he was admitted to the gang, he was ecstatic. 

He stepped back and tossed Pete his belt. There was no longer any reason to 
hold her. She was completely limp, and all the fight had gone from her 
tortured aching body. She was his for the taking, and he knew it. So did the 
others as they gazed down on the prostrate body of the young defeated girl. 
Rick reached over and jerked the blanket off her back. 

"See man," he smiled proudly at Ralph, "nothing but some red marks-and 
they'll go away real soon." 

"Yeah man," Pete answered, a new found admiration for Rick in his voice. 
"You gonna fuck her now?" 

"Look at that man," Rick pointed down to the rising bulge in his pants. "I'm 
gonna fill that HI' belly of hers with so much prick it's gonna pour out her 
ears!" 

"J-J-Jesus, l-look at her," stuttered the moronic Pete in excitement, saliva 
drooling unnoticed from the edges of his mouth. "K-K-Kin I touch her, 
R-Rick?" 

"Yeah, go ahead while I get my pants off," he answered with a benevolent 
tone to his voice. He knew his generosity would give him even more prestige 
and still wouldn't violate his promise to Mike. He stepped back and began 
unzipping his pants while he watched Pete reach over the side of the bed and 
almost reverently cup Lisa's soft resilient flesh in his hands. His dilated 
eyes burned bright in the dim light of the lamp as his rough, coarse hands 
moved over the rounded whiteness of her buttocks, twisting and kneading the 
flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with an unsatiated lust. 

She lay unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks 
and shoulders which flowered out teasingly from her narrow young waist. She 
moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture her innocent, 
almost unused body presented to the hungry leering eyes surrounding her. 

"That's enuff," Rick suddenly warned as he saw Pete's fingers begin to pull 
open the cheeks of Susan's buttocks and to insert down the narrow crack 
inside. "I'm gonna stuff her myself now." 

Lisa lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. Part of 
the tattered, unclean blanket was clamped hard between her teeth to still 
the throbbing pain that raked over her body. She lay cowed, unable and not 
caring to move. All thoughts of resistance had been crushed from her by the 
lashing belt that had played over her helpless body a moment before. She had 
an urge to turn her head back, to look at them and show them her continued 
defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no further 
sense in prolonging the inevitable rape they were going to begin on her 
body. She had fought with honor, and they knew now that whatever they took 
would only be the spoils of a greater physical strength, not the conquering 
of her soul. 

Let them take it, damn it, ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them 
have her beaten body if that's what they called victory. It was the only 
kind of victory they would ever have from her! 

Suddenly, she felt Rick's hands coursing over her back, and she quivered 
again. She did not resist for fear of further pain. She knew that now her 
resistance could only be mental, and would be a victory only within herself. 

"Turn, around, bitch," Rick snorted with a sense of command. "Take a look at 
what a good cock looks like." 

She didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her 
hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the bed. Her eyes 
opened automatically and her face contorted in horror at the long, thick 
instrument that he held over her head. It was monstrous and webbed all along 
the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim, advance warning of 
the lustful state he had worked himself into during her torturous beating. 
Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his torso to his face, a 
piteous and useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There was none 
to be found there. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face staring down at 
her. 

"Like it, bitch?" he tormented her. 

She tried to answer but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her naked 
chest. 

"Like it, I say," he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously in his 
hand. 

"Y-Yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer through the pain and 
degradation. 

"Well now, I'm gonna put it way up in that sweet little belly of yours till 
ya can taste it in the back of yer throat, see?" He grinned sadistically and 
looked carefully at Pete and Ralph. 

They laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was about to 
happen. It had been different back there in the car when Mike had been 
laying it to her. They couldn't see it all in the semi-darkness of the car. 
But now, here in the cabin, she was stretched out before them completely 
naked in all her youth and innocence... and they were going to watch her get 
fucked like they had never seen anyone get fucked ever before. Their eyes 
glowed like hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had been 
building like a storm since they had first abducted her off the streets 
hours back. 

"Hold her until I get it in," Rick nervously ordered the others. 

His voice quivered with the salacious thought of what he was about to do to 
this virginal young blonde girl, and his long, thick cock ached like it had 
never ached in all his life. He dropped to the bed and rolled across the 
full length of her back, his face pressing into the clean soft odor of her 
fine long mane that glimmered in the firelight. 

Lisa winced from the attack and began to struggle weakly. But unseen hands 
forced her back deeper into the mattress. Her arms were pulled to the sides 
of the bed and held in a vise-like grip that could not be broken. Rick's 
knees were slowly and relentlessly forcing her own knees apart with a rough 
pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. 

She strained with all her power to keep them closed but it was hopeless. She 
gave a sudden "ooomph" and the breath surged from her lungs. Her resistance 
broke. 

He dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the mattress, her 
toes hanging out over either side of the bed. A soft, helpless moan escaped 
from her tightly closed lips as she felt the hardness of his penis make 
warm, wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, 
insinuating the full length of his cock along the narrow wide-stretched 
crevice of her buttocks. Her shoulders were held down tight against the bed 
so that her struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her buttocks squirmed 
and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost. 

"Get up on your knees," his voice breathed hotly into her hair. She 
struggled to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter into the mattress. 
Bitter tears of anger and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the blanket 
under her face as she felt his smooth, hot skin pressing down onto her, 
covering the full length of her prostrate body. She tried not to move after 
the command, knowing whatever she did would only worsen her position. 

A hand pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight into the 
mattress. She struggled for a moment to breathe but could not. She tried to 
cry out but her mouth would not open. A faint dizziness swept over her from 
the lack of oxygen and she felt her body go limp. The hand was released and 
she gulped desperately and greedily for the fresh air her tortured lungs 
welcomed with relief. Another hand behind her neck pressed her breasts and 
face harshly down into the mattress. By the time she fully recovered her 
breath, her buttocks were waving high off the bed, and she made a momentary 
and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. A hand pushed her face 
back into the mattress, cutting off her breath as before. 

Kneeling behind her, Rick gazed down at the full white moons of her buttocks 
stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, his eyes bulging wide in hot, 
uncontrolled desire. God, he had never seen anything like it in his life! 
His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow 
teasing slit poised before him, but he couldn't. He had waited too many 
hours to get her like this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of 
him... he had to get the most of it! 

He held himself back, purposefully torturing himself in anticipation of when 
he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing cock deep between the full 
white moons of her proud little ass which continued to sway gently in defeat 
before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, and he wanted to break her 
more than anything else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming 
beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That would be the 
ultimate conquest; a proud little bitch that was repulsed and horrified by 
the thought of a big hard cock thrusting into her, suddenly turning animal 
and losing all control over herself... forgetting who she was, where she 
was, and everything else except the overpowering need to be fucked until she 
couldn't move again. The thought raced through his loins like an electric 
shock! 

His animal-like penis burned. By God, he was going to make this little piece 
of ass squirm one way or another... and like it whether she wanted to or 
not. 

For a few torturing moments he ground his long, hard prick around in the 
narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh 
together around his muscle to enclose it like the fitting of a warm 
fur-lined glove. He leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with moist 
lips along the standing ridges of her spine and felt her quiver beneath him. 
She groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact 
at her loins and back. 

And then he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly and 
wetly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched 
crevice of her ass, still swaying gently high off the bed. Her shoulders 
were held hard against the mattress by the leering Pete and Ralph. 

Rick dropped his hands to the full, rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on 
either side of the soft, resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He knew 
this was the time for patience. She had passed the first stage of physical 
submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be 
done by softness of touch. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to 
one of tenderness and caressing of her private parts, should, in spite of 
her resistance, catch her off guard. 

She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and humiliation... bur 
not softness and pleasure. She was not prepared for it. 

Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his 
thumbs, and he eased off slightly, keeping a constant, easy tension for a 
seeming thousand seconds, until the straining muscles of her inner thighs 
slowly tired and relaxed. His face was crouched on the same level with the 
thin, red folds of flesh that covered her vagina. He watched, eyes gleaming, 
as they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of 
his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture glistening on the soft insides of 
her thighs. He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and 
alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was 
subjecting her body to now. His face was a scant few inches from the soft 
blonde pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and 
the odor was one of sweetness that drifted incitingly out to his flaring 
nostrils. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret 
cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely 
open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and 
smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was plainly visible, 
glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. 

He breathed hard and blew softly into her cunt. She squirmed and he could 
hear a faint groan slipping from between her open lips. She tried to move 
slightly but the pressure of the other two men's hands held her tightly in 
place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not one of escape 
or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch of hands and breath against 
the softness of her secret parts. 

Lisa tried to still a rising moan she could feel building deep inside her 
throat. She sighed and let her muscles which had been so keyed against the 
torture, relax into a loose tranquility that increased a thousand fold by 
the sudden absence of pain. 

But now there was something else... something had replaced the harsh blows 
that had rained down on her helpless form a few moments ago. It was soft and 
feather-like, except that it was wet... wet and warm, and was making strange 
magical circles along the length of her naked and unprotected back. She 
shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of 
her buttocks widely exposed. 

There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race 
between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. 
She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange 
unfamiliar probe. The invading pressure remained, gentle, and it lingered as 
her dazed mind puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she? 

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and her buttocks relaxed in a great feeling of warmth 
and peace as suddenly her ass felt open and wet as it had never felt before 
with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again. She tried to move 
her shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the softness of the mattress 
by harsh hands whose touch she did not recognize. She could not think but it 
did not matter. They were no longer hurting her. There was no danger from 
the excruciating pain that had covered and permeated her entire body a few 
short seconds ago. There was only the light rising sensation of floating... 
floating on a soft gentle fleece-covered cloud whose very warmth belied the 
presence of danger. 

Rick, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her 
buttocks wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could feel the shivers running 
through her body and knew he had won his short, patient battle as the cheeks 
of her ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried them wide 
apart until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him for the 
taking. 

His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward, pushing open his 
mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly 
and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away 
and with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward 
between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt. 

He heard her gasp from the sudden, unexpected entry into her soft, wet 
passage as a surprised sigh emitted from her pursed lips into the mattress. 
She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary 
spasm of delight. But she quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his 
face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the 
long smooth length of his tongue sunk deeply inside her. Her breath exploded 
down into the bed in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny 
mewling grunts, twisting her face harder and harder into the bed as he began 
a sudden curling and flicking of his wet moist tongue imbedded deep inside 
her cunt. He pushed his lips closer and began to work at the whole of her 
open backside, sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed 
and swayed around his face almost out of control. 

"G-G-God Damn," the open-mouthed moronic Pete gasped as he watched, with 
unbelieving eyes, her sudden and complete surrender to the wildly licking 
face buried in her vagina. 

Rick worked slave-like behind the kneeling Lisa his tongue withdrawing and 
plunging, over and over, making a wet, sucking, perverted noise with each 
wicked thrust. Her cries were one long, low continuous moan now as he 
withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage and 
found her throbbing clitoris. He pushed his face farther under her crotch 
and began to suck and tease it gleefully with his teeth while she writhed 
and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd dance of wanton desire. 

"Oooooh, Ooooooh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control 
from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a lewd and 
triumphant satisfaction, he could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing 
and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at 
her with a greedy, untamed animal lust that threatened to drive him 
completely crazy. 

Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and moistness increased with each 
second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched pussy, and ran in 
slight, warm trickles down the side of the man's cheeks, pressing tightly 
into the softness of her ass. 

She was just about ready to cum! 

He could sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was 
time... time to ram his cock into her innocent softness. He wanted to feel 
the climax that was so near now, and wanted to explode inside her white, 
smooth belly, in rhythm to her own cries of fulfillment. He wanted to fill 
her full of his hot, spurting cum wad so that she would never forget this 
night as long as she lived. The spoiled little bitch-he'd show her what real 
cock was like and how good it could be. She'd never want one of those rich 
upper crust guys again. He'd stretch her so wide that she'd never be able to 
feel one again. All the years he'd spent poor, and in bitter financial 
subjugation, began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust, 
and the desire to hurt. 

His long, thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building, while he 
worked at her loins with his hot, punishing mouth. With some difficulty, he 
slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into the now wet and 
glistening opening of her buttocks. 

"J-J-Jeeze, h-he's gonna fuck her now," the gasping, half-wit Pete muttered. 

"Yeah, man," snorted Ralph, his own cock flagrantly exposed from his pants 
and held tight in his free hand. 

Rick was kneeling behind her, his hips pressed tightly into the open crevice 
of her ass. He held the throbbing, thickly veined cock tightly between his 
fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic opening 
of Lisa's pussy. He watched it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips 
contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish gasping 
desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a neglected fishbowl. 
He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young girl kneeling in 
abject servitude in front of him to be used as he wished for as long as he 
wished. 

There was just a finger's length between her open and fully exposed vagina 
and the end of his prick now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart to see 
it more clearly. His cock jerked slightly again as though unable to contain 
itself when the tiny puckered anus came into view just above the moist 
opening of her vagina. For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but 
the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dew drop of moisture 
forming slowly on the end of his tortured cock. He had to have it now or it 
would be too late; he couldn't hold back another instant longer. 

He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide stretched 
thighs as he could possibly go, and guided his long thick cock forward 
between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft, blond pubic hair 
with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warmly soft folds of 
the ragged pink edges of her vagina close wetly over the rounded tip of his 
cock. He groaned. 

He had never in his life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped between 
the delicious layers of wet flesh, he let it lay throbbing for a moment. The 
lewd contact of his thick cock pressed into the whiteness of her ass and 
excited him to uncontrolled lust. 

God! What a feeling! His mind droned on the incredible sensation of it all. 
He had to take her. 

Rick flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he had built up over 
a lifetime of poverty, and suddenly he went surging forward into the warm 
wet flesh of the groaning girl in front of him. He gasped aloud through the 
silence of the shabby room as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting 
cunt soothingly slipping over and then wetly enclosing the rock-hard length 
of his surging cock. 

"Oooooh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her, pushing the smooth, 
giving walls of soft flesh inside before him like rippling waves from a 
speeding ship. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden assault that 
took her completely by surprise. She had lain dormant before the strange 
unknown carressive torture her battered body had accepted with grateful joy 
after the brutal beating it had undergone, but suddenly the mood changed. 
Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had seemed so unreal 
and so far away. Gone was the daze that had encompassed her mind and taken 
her into another world of semi-conscious ecstasy. 

"Oooh, man, she's tight!" she heard a loud low gasp emit through the room 
behind her. "God," what a pussy!" 

She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none. She was wet 
and open, and he slid into her easily from the warmly moist secretions that 
had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a 
moment ago. But she squealed from the sudden degrading realization that she 
was hopelessly trapped on the bed between the hands of the three men around 
her, and by the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. She 
screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation 
flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes. 

There was no respite; the intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and 
expanded before his uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy 
weight of hard muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them 
wider and wider apart as he pressed forward more with all his strength in 
order to poke his prick as deep inside her quivering young belly as was 
humanly possible. 

"Man," Rick breathed heavily, his lips sucking back around his big white 
choppers, "I'm all the way in." 

Lisa groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deeper into the mattress 
by the pressure from behind until she could hardly catch her breath. Her 
vagina felt twisted and stretched, as though she were being impaled on a 
telephone pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly 
together to keep the long, hard, fleshy staff from imbedding itself further. 
But it was useless. Her struggles only excited him more, her cuntal muscles 
clasping around his pounding member, wet and warm, in protest against the 
unwanted entry; enclosing his skewering shaft like warm melted butter, 
making the huge cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and 
filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination. 

Her back ached horribly now, mostly from the cruel position she was held in 
for so long on the mattress. She tried to move but the hands had pressed 
against her shoulders again, after her warning move when Denny had rammed it 
into her from behind. 

She felt other hands, too, hands roaming all over her body, touring her. The 
young girl's breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had 
slipped secretly between them and the mattress. They were hard and cruel and 
brought her tiny, bud-like nipples to an involuntary erection from the 
harshness of the naked contact with her flesh. 

Another hand coursed over the ridges of her cruelly bent spine and followed 
it down to the juncture of her buttocks where, quickly and without 
preparation, he thrust a finger deep into the confines of her tight rubbery 
anus. She jumped from the first painful intrusion and then froze to ease it 
a bit. The pain passed as her back passage slowly became adjusted to the 
unnatural intrusion. 

got my finger in her a-a-ass," she heard the moronic Pete stutter excitedly 
through the daze of the orgy. "M-M-Man!" 

Lisa tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her 
body, but the crazed half-wit ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling 
it and expanding her anal passage until she thought it would split from the 
almost unbearable pressure. The hand cupping her naked breasts beneath, 
squeezed with brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of 
their young, round firmness until she thought they would burst from the 
painful manipulations. 

Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Rick flared his nostrils and 
began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His short thick 
hands held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moist 
sheath of her stretched and throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his 
cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small Vaseline filled 
glove. 

But this was still not enough for the lunging kidnapper. He had to have more 
from this proud little cunt who wouldn't even have spit on him if she'd met 
him on the street. He wanted her bent to his will, completely bent to his 
will. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and 
out strokes he had established, and brought it down hard against her 
quivering white buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like 
a rifle shot through the room. Lisa's scream shattered the quiet an instant 
later. 

"Move that lil' pair of buns, baby," he hissed behind her. "Move 'em good 
and fast." 

Lisa complied without hesitation. She knew enough by now to realize that the 
first blow would only be followed by more if she defied him. Her buttocks 
rotated slightly with her first cautious experimental movements, and then, 
feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting 
her ass back against his hard driving pelvis as though she were glued to it. 

"Come on and shake it, honey," he rattled through tightly clenched teeth as 
he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into her gyrating hips. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed again and again as she bucked to his 
commands. 

The sounds she made were muffled and indistinct, her face being shoved and 
buffeted hard into the mattress. With every forward lunge of his cock, her 
cunt was filled in to the bursting point, causing her head to fling forward 
against the restraining hands of the two men holding her shoulders. She felt 
as though she were being attacked by a giant ape who was pushing her thighs 
open to the utmost angle and reaching to the deepest point in her belly with 
his monstrous, ever-growing cock. 

His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild frenzy, jerking 
the imbecilic Pete's fingers from her anus and replacing it with one of his 
own in a hard, cruel thrust into her soft rubbery depths. 

"Aaaaaaaghhhh," she screamed unheeded. 

He swept and rammed into her with a growing frantic abandon of sensation 
from the hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel him 
thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her bucking body exciting him 
to greater and greater pleasure. Her breath had become one long continuous 
groan that was no longer muffled by the filthy blanket. She was droning into 
the room, her face turned sideways on the mattress. Rick looked down with 
lust gleaming in his eyes at the effect he was having on her. Her lips 
opened and closed, fish-like, from the sudden, uncontrollable feelings 
surging through her body, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder 
by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her body. 

There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the 
mattress dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around 
it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to 'open her mouth, and then 
she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She jerked her 
eyes open and to her horror she saw, directly in front of her face, a long 
hardened cock. Ralph, who could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of 
the young girl being fucked from behind by Rick, had sat back on the bed and 
wriggled under her, until her face was pressed tight into his loins and his 
legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders. 

He lifted her head, the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead, 
and with the other hand was forcing the head of his prick into her mouth. 
She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he 
held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and 
lips tightly together, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the 
pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the 
sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against their softness, 
feeling them parting, until suddenly, with the aid of an extra hard lunge 
from the man fucking her from the rear, she gasped. The broad, thickly 
stiffened cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the wetly warm 
cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness slithering up the length of 
her tongue and filling her mouth completely with fleshy hardness. 

His hands held her head in a vise-like grip, palms pressed hard against her 
ears. She struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it 
was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of Rick fucking into 
her from behind, never quite pulling all the way out, but leaving the 
bulbous head in the hot, moist shelter of her mouth. 

"Suck, honey, suck," she heard him commanding harshly from above her head... 
and she did. 

She was conditioned to following their every command now from the fear of 
pain that would follow if she didn't. Her lips slowly began to nibble at the 
thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she 
became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to 
think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His testicles 
bounced against her chin and there was the stale odor of sweat around his 
loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the cruel 
degenerate attack she was being subjected to. 

Behind her, Rick could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it 
would be soon, and began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, 
battering mercilessly the quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard-driving 
hips. 

His hands gripped her waist, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random 
crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth; he 
could not close his mouth. His breath came in short stuttered machine gun 
blasts that crackled obscenely through the dark room. He stared down at her 
slender bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Ralph's long stiff 
cock disappearing into the lovely softness of her face sent chills of 
lightning-like sensations up the length of his spine. He tore at her 
buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as he could and watched 
his long hard cock disappear into the moist pink flanges of her cunt in an 
exciting moment of action and voyeurism. 

"Jesus! Kee-fucking-rist!" he sputtered. "Oh, yes, fuck!" 

As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her 
tender lips clasping and unclasping around the growing thick cock of the man 
in front who was forcing her to suck him. 

The saliva grew in her mouth. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small 
emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the penetrator's cock, 
into the warm oral depths of Lisa's mouth cave. She could feel his hips 
writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he were in the last 
spasmodic throes of death. His fingers were curled tightly in her hair and 
worked to send her mouth slipping up and down over the end of his thrusting 
instrument. Her mouth worked as though it were another cunt into which he 
was venting the full wrath of his animal lust. She could feel his prick 
stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left. She 
moaned piteously as it thrust forward, hard and deep, all the way down to 
her tonsils. 

Lisa had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, as she sucked 
with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly from behind to end the 
onslaught as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, 
nothing but to please them as best her innocent young body could, and pray 
that it would be all that they would demand from her. 

Ralph jerked suddenly and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking 
the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to 
breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his cock erupted in the warm, wet 
interior of her sucking mouth while unintelligible sounds of profanity 
rolled from his lips. 

The hot liquid squirted into her mouth, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked 
and swallowed; her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the 
pressure of the constant flow of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, 
her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his sperm and passion. Her senses 
were gone and she was hardly aware of his cock oozing in a slimy soft mass 
of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to 
lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins. 

She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheek 
of her face when she heard a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and 
buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush, as the other man, 
fucking into her mercilessly, shoving it as far as it could go in her belly, 
began spewing his hot sticky liquid into her. 

"Aooooooh!" His mouth opened wide, omitting a loud yell as she felt his lewd 
sperm filling her vaginal passage with a great rush. She could feel it 
flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought 
she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis 
against the soft cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the 
soft flaccid flesh of her hips, and then he fell forward over her back, 
pushing her across the exhausted and satiated man who had just forced her to 
suck him dry. 

There was no movement except for the stuttering sounds of the half-wit Pete, 
masturbating by the side of the bed, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as 
he, too, approached an orgasmic finish. There was a movement of bodies, and 
Lisa felt herself falling to the mattress as Ralph slipped from under her 
and Rick lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool 
rush of air between her legs as his deflated penis withdrew from her 
ravished, wet loins. 

She rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. 
She had never felt so debased and lost in all her life. A horrible picture 
formed in her mind of what she looked like, buffeted between the two 
kidnappers like a helpless rag doll. Her body arched and she dimly felt 
hands crawling over the wetness of her thighs which were still dewy and 
moist from Rick's sperm. She did not move and felt the lips of her vagina 
being pressed apart again and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the 
crazed Pete kneeling between her open legs, his long, hard cock poised in 
his hand, ready for entry into her. She closed her eyes again, drifted into 
semi-consciousness, no longer caring. 

Then came the vague sound of something sharp and cracking, like the hand 
slapping against flesh, and then an angry voice. 

"Ya stupid son of a bitch!" snarled Rick. "Mike said you couldn't fuck her!" 

Then came a muffled whimper and a weight lifting from between her thighs. 
Her eyes flickered open again and she shivered as she saw Pete standing over 
her naked body at the side of the bed. He was wildly stroking his 
blood-engorged penis, locking his eyes insanely down on the wetly moist 
mound of her loins that glistened in the kerosene lamp light as though 
covered with early morning dew. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush 
of hot, sticky wetness on her naked breasts. 

And then there was nothing. As she drifted into a welcomed protective cloak 
of sleep and exhaustion, she realized in the dim light of semiconsciousness 
that something outlandish had come to an end. She lost track of things and 
drifted into deep sleep, too battered and too lose, and too tired to even 
put her legs together. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Lisa sat huddled before the open fire, draped in the tattered blanket from 
the bed upon which she had been so brutally ravished the previous night. Her 
body ached horribly in all the tender places where the three kidnappers had 
so mercilessly pressed their attentions. 

Mike had awakened early, in the same position she'd lain in the previous 
night after the horribly depraved attack. Lisa was grateful, for she had 
been able to freshen herself a little in the cold water from the kitchen 
before the others awoke. She had repaired her torn gown in a makeshift way, 
using several pins she found around the cabin, and Mike had retrieved her 
panties and brassiere from the car. From these few remnants of cloth she 
covered herself as best she could. 

After the others had awakened, she prepared breakfast for them, refusing to 
look any of them in the eye, though she could feel their arrogant gazes and 
contempt as they peered right through her all the time she worked for them. 
Mike hadn't mentioned the evening before but it was plain he was not happy. 
In fact, she felt rather secure in the knowledge that it was not likely to 
happen again in that way. If she was called upon again to give herself, it 
would be only to him and not the others. Strange, she thought, as she raised 
her head and looked around the room at her four kidnappers, how the 
perspective of things changed when one had no choice. All things in the 
world were really relative. She had taken her choice of all the boys in high 
school, and had picked David because he was most like her. 

Now, she had only the choice between these four brutal criminals, all of 
whom, except the imbecile Pete, had ravished her against her will. But she 
still had to make a choice among them for her protector. She knew it 
wouldn't take much show of preference on her part to get any one of them on 
her side, although Mike was the one she needed. He was the leader. He may be 
more brutal than the others, but still he had exhibited a certain tenderness 
toward her after the rape in the car, and would not have let the others take 
her last night if he hadn't been so confident of himself in cards. Even 
then, when he had lost, and when he had disappeared from the room to let the 
victors have their way with her, she half expected him to return and to 
reclaim her. But, of course, under their code, which she was getting to know 
much better, he couldn't, no matter how much he might have wanted to. No, 
her only hope for survival was Mike, and that meant subjugating herself to 
him completely, until she could find a way to get out of this horrible mess 
she'd fallen into. 

"I think I hear s-s-something" said Pete with excitement evident in his 
voice. 

Mike and the others raced to the cabin window and looked out. A van was 
pulling up, and when it stopped the driver climbed out and waved at the main 
entrance. Mike told everyone to stay put and went outside on his own. They 
could see him talking with the man outside, and clearly some sort of 
negotiating was going on. He raised his hands in frustration, seeming to 
threaten the deal, and then smiled when the other man gave way. They shook 
and the man climbed into the battered van and drove off. Mike came back to 
the cabin. 

"It's settled. We'll deliver her once we get the money." 

"Hey," said Rick, clearly envious of the leader's swift action, "that was 
pretty quick work." 

"Why thank you, my man. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to have a little 
peace and quiet while we wait out the day." 

Sometime around dusk, Mike took Lisa in to the bedroom and shut the door 
behind them. It didn't stay shut all the way but swung open slightly so that 
the grunting and snickering from the other men in the living room could be 
heard on occasion. Lisa wanted to cry out and plead with Mike to shut the 
door all the way. But she dared not make a sound now, as the tone of the 
leader's mood had changed, and she was frightened of what he might do if she 
uttered any sort of protest at all. 

He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and pushed her face downward 
across it. She hadn't the strength or will to move, and listened as though 
in a trance as she heard the now familiar sounds of clothing being stripped 
away, this time from Mike's muscular body. The thunking sounds of belt and 
trousers dropping heavily on the floor were definite and obvious, sure signs 
of what was to come. The metallic belt hit with an incongruous thud that 
caused her to jump slightly from the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. 
Then there was silence, except, of course, for the titters and snickering 
going on in the other room. 

Lisa tensed her body and waited for the touch of Mike's hands on her back, 
but there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her 
in the dim light from the candle before removing his clothes. She didn't 
have to turn her head to know he was studying her. She could almost feel the 
hot trails of desire and admiration as his eyes roved over her reclining 
form. 

"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the clatter and daze of her 
mind, and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where this 
strange, suddenly tender voice came from. It had been nearly two days since 
she'd heard anything even resembling a kind remark. It was Mike as she could 
see no one else through the blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was 
Mike that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The 
very softness of his voice abolished his harsh criminal role away, and made 
him something else, something human that she had mysteriously felt in him 
but had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her 
thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that 
roamed the streets, taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength 
alone, just as they'd abducted her and used her as they wished. But now, 
with the sudden tenderness of their leader, whom she had feared most of all 
because of his power over the others, she was no longer certain. She even 
felt a sense of gratefulness welling up inside her chest. 

"I hope they didn't hurt ya last night," he spoke again, making no move to 
approach the bed even though he'd prepared himself to take her. 

"No, no, they didn't," she found herself saying without thinking. And she 
then realized it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to 
plead for herself since she had become their captive. 

Mike's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the 
lewdness of other times for the beginning of surrender. He was, for the 
wrong reasons, nearly right. The girl had surrendered but not so much for 
the reason he'd wanted her to. The will to resist had been totally destroyed 
because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been 
done. She could no longer stand the threat of sudden pain and her 
fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for 
peace from which she had been so cruelly disturbed when she had been 
abducted by the gang of kidnappers so very long ago. She was his, both mind 
and body now, and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her 
fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he 
wished. 

Slobbering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young girl stretched 
languidly on the bed beside him, Mike gazed down at her body with an almost 
religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that 
moment if he could have possessed something like her under different 
circumstances. It was what she stood for: rich, clean, innocent and 
untouched, except for the rape she'd suffered and that didn't count. 

Even now he would give anything if it hadn't happened and things could have 
been different, and he had been born in another world, preferably hers; 
wealthy, and able to seduce her on her own grounds. He might have had her 
then, or at least one like her, and he could have won such a woman on his 
own merits the way a woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow and the pay-off 
so close, he knew it could never happen. 

And there was nothing he or anyone else could do to change the course of 
events now. He would have his money and she would have her freedom... 
perhaps, and they would most likely never meet again. It had gone on too 
long, this affair of the kidnapping, and the money, and the differences 
between her life and his, and there was no acceptable way to bridge the 
real, social gap between them. 

He wished he could explain to this young girl why he needed her so much on 
this night. But he knew he couldn't. They were a complete world apart and he 
could never put the words together that would even begin to describe what he 
felt. She would have to go on forever believing he was just an animal 
interested only in the material goods and her flesh could bring him. 

Their time was running out. 

"Ooooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long, slow caress down her 
back and unhooked the brassiere that fell away without effort as she lifted 
her body for him to pull it from beneath her chest. Her breasts trembled and 
hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the unwashed blanket 
beneath them and she groaned again, not from pain, but from some new, alien 
tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh. 

His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic 
band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and 
pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full, voluptuous moons 
of her buttocks and hips. They struck momentarily at her thighs and she 
shook them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and 
over her self-raised feet without further resistance. 

She was naked before the man but felt no intense fear. She had come to trust 
him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her 
intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind that he 
probably would stop if she pleaded with him. But she had no intention of 
doing that now. He had saved her from what probably would have been another 
horrible evening of defilement at the hands of the other three depraved men 
and their venomous anger, and she sensed that had it not been for Mike, 
she'd be dying in the hands of the others right then and there. She could 
feel, too, that his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering 
flesh were asking, not demanding. 

And there was no other way she had to repay him! 

He sensed, too, that there had been a change in the girl. She no longer 
cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car. She did not even press 
to him desperately as she had when she needed his protection from the 
others. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained 
and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks 
in tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he 
could see the puckered brown hole of her anus nestled there so open and 
vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against 
it, not wanting to do anything that would raise her guard and snap her from 
the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped the firm full cheeks 
of her ass again, then slid his fingers slowly down into the crease from the 
pressure of her thighs lying so close together. 

She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body so that she was 
flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented to him in a 
delicious vision of mounds and hollows and secret indentations. 

She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand 
naked before the fire and had taunted the other males with the prize he 
possessed, a taunt he lived to regret an hour later when the cards had gone 
against him and he had lost her to them. Yes, she was just as she was then, 
firm and young, and her body shook as though filled with passion. 

He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the 
hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was 
beginning to coarse through her. 

Lisa, somewhere back in the distant ages of memory since his hands had 
reached for her body, had drifted into a strange, unknown world of deep, 
soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, 
then in grim realization that she had a debt to pay. Now... all conscious 
thought of why she was here, or who her slowly flaming body was giving way 
to, was lost. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames 
running between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now 
throbbing, pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her 
vagina where it roared, white-hot, like the interior of a blast furnace. 

"Oh God," her voice whispered softly. "Oh God!" 

He pressed his thick, moist lips down over hers and immediately felt the 
rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious 
quest for warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing so deliciously 
torturing her body. 

"Aaaaah, aaaaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue 
pushed up into his and circling deep inside as though searching desperately 
for another entrance to his mouth. 

Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this 
could not be happening, he remembered the previous night in the car: he had 
brutally ripped this voluptuous young girl's virginity from between her legs 
in a cruel rape. And yet tonight she was writhing and twisting beneath him 
as though she were his slave. 

He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of 
her warm, soft, fresh body like a protective blanket. He could feel it 
quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached across her 
unresisting thighs until the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was 
presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held her loins open for a long, 
tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her but 
at the last second he stopped. 

He wanted her total surrender on this night and it would be worth the risk 
of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand 
times better and that much more meaningful if she were to do it herself. He 
held his breath and spoke in a whisper: "Put it in." 

It was a long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt 
her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis and 
slowly, but firmly, push up. He gasped and his lips bared back torturously 
over his teeth as the foreskin peeled back and she gently pressed the moist, 
sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could 
feel the soft blonde pubic hair grazing gently against his thick shaft as it 
hung poised for entry between the tight throbbing labial lips. The hotly 
smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself 
back from lunging forward to sink the whole of his heavily pulsating weight 
hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into 
the helplessly impassioned girl's quivering and waiting comely belly. 

But he waited. 

He waited because he wanted her to know how much she needed it. That was 
what he wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest 
imagination, and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was 
completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance may never 
come again and he held back the final plunge that would fuse them together 
in one great, wet, pulsating mass of hot, ardently needful flesh, to wring 
that one final admission of surrender from her that would bond them together 
as long as she lived. 

But she had to know it. She had to be conscious of it or it would mean 
nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, because she had 
desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving her tomorrow, one way 
or another, a rich man or a failure, and he had no special place to go 
either way; so what mattered now was that he get from her this one last 
submission, something that would matter to her forever, no matter whose cock 
she enjoyed afterwards. She would remember, and that would make him alive in 
her feelings forever. 

Lisa lay groaning in tiny, unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her 
tightly gnashed teeth; like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive 
making its way up a steep and impossible incline. Her body ached and she was 
vaguely aware of a huge manly form hovering over her. Her legs were wide 
apart. A wet aroma, strange and delicious; a soft pressure she vaguely 
remembered placing there an eternity ago, and she hungered. She hungered 
deep inside her contracting womb as though she were a ravenous animal in a 
zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear the 
cries of hungry feasting in the distance, adjacent room: The continued 
chuckling and hooting of the other men. 

Lisa's face was contorted in complete rapture, her lips pursed in a wetly 
rounded oval shape omitting wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure from 
around the soft pinkness of her tongue, circling moistly around the outside 
of her mouth. 

He looked down between their two bodies and could see his giant, throbbing 
hardness pressed heavily into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and 
open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like 
pole of flesh in a lustful mixture of blonde and glistening red that caused 
his cock to throb involuntarily against her. 

"Ooooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the moist contact grow 
closer. 

He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram 
forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished 
youthful goddess on a stake. There was so much of her that he had not 
tasted, and he wanted it all. He looked down at her firm breasts swaying out 
gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that 
came from her mewling throat, and slithered forward, straddling her with one 
leg on either side of her ribs, and gently placed his throbbing cock in the 
narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed his pulsing shaft 
on both sides. 

Her eyes opened momentarily but flicked shut again... quickly, afraid of the 
strange spell that hung over the room, her mouth open, crooning softly into 
the dim candle light. 

Mike's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds 
between his strong sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up 
between his thick, coarse knuckles. He kneaded and stretched at the breasts, 
watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, 
yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He 
pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, 
yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them 
hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking 
motion thrusting the whole rigidity of his body through the warm, flaccid 
channel formed by the firm creaminess of Lisa's ardently aroused breasts. As 
he pushed, the bulbous head of his cock appeared at the far end of the 
warmly soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot 
of moisture from the seminal fluid seeping from his excitement. It was 
electrifying! 

There was just one thing more before he fucked her. 

His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips, still muttering nothings into 
the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue 
swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. 

He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered at the mere 
thought of that moistly warm cavern closing around his throbbing hardness, 
causing him to almost cum between her breasts. 

He placed both hands gently down behind her head and lifted her off the bed, 
bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised 
directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward 
slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts, until the tip 
of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned 
as he felt the moistly pink surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin 
of his cock-head. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath 
waiting for a sudden cry of protest... but none came. 

Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own 
volition. The movement caught Mike by surprise as he thought she was beyond 
moving at all, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight, rounded 
ovals of sensual pinkness enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his 
cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day 
when he could look down and see his long hard muscle skewering into the face 
of a nice young girl like this one, particularly one as beautiful and 
innocent as Lisa... and she was enjoying it, too! 

She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it 
swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were 
soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could 
feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of 
him as she could in her mouth, and surrounding him with the warm moistness 
of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands 
on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inwards. 

She began to suck him with a wet, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked 
and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times, and all 
the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust 
of sensation in her mouth. Mike, above her flailing head, groaned 
incoherently and pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. 

He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it so that she 
would know later that he had bent her completely to his will; that he had 
dominated her as she would never be dominated again. 

His loins were growing hot and sweat snaked down between his legs and still 
she sucked, burying her face between his muscled thighs until he knew it was 
the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she 
worked in unconscious passion was excruciating and unbearable, and his cock 
seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before. 

And then, suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in this world 
could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall 
up from his aching nut-nest and out the tip of his jerking penis. He gripped 
her head tight between his hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. 
She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid 
flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warmly moist cavity, 
bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat 
worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep pace with the 
spasmodic rhythmic cadence of his ejaculating instrument. She had to keep 
up, to keep swallowing regularly in order to avoid choking on the white, 
sticky semen as it came splattering into the back of her throat as he 
relentlessly emptied his balls into the depths of her gullet. 

Mike's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity 
drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and 
had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling 
to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her, but to his 
amazement, she would not let his deflated organ escape from between her wet 
sucking lips. She continued to milk gently with her mouth, undulating her 
buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together 
as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum spiraling 
down the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything 
like this. He felt completely drained of all the strength and desire he ever 
possessed. 

Suddenly, his cock began to thicken again in the soft, slippery warmth of 
her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her 
power to bring it to life again so quickly after its cataclysmic collapse. 

Mike's limp rod had grown once more to full size. And after I thought I 
could never make love again as long as I lived. He felt desire begin to 
rekindle in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping 
her slippery tongue outwards, around and around the tip she was certain the 
entire organ was restored to its full length and power, and then she let her 
head fall back heavily on the bed. 

The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from the grip of her mouth, but a 
thin string of semen still connected her lips to Mike's cock. Her eyes 
fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky desire-ridden pupils 
and pleaded in a desperate whisper: "Fuck me." 

She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He paused but a 
moment to part the blonde wool of her pubis, now wet with excited 
secretions, with the head of his penis and then with one long smooth stroke 
he rammed forward into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the 
slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since 
they had abducted her, and he could feel the smooth, wet walls of her cunt 
clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost drove him crazy. 

"Oooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides swell and flower 
open to receive him deep in her womb. 

She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began viciously to 
pumping his cock in and out of her, gritting his teeth with desire, grunting 
occasionally, and gyrating his hips in such a manner as to keep himself 
firmly in touch with the precious flesh of her inner wet tunnel. Her body 
followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks. 

"Ooooh, God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his 
strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped 
them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and 
pleading loins. 

He squirmed down into her from that position with all his strength and could 
feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt grasping and clamping onto him, and 
then unclasping and letting him slide. He fucked into her from the tips of 
his toes and rammed the last inch of thick hard cock, thundering up her 
hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the 
room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again 
and her eyes, open wide now, gazed, glassy-eyed and unseeing, up into the 
darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them. 

He pulled his head back so that he could watch the girl's face. It was 
something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of 
her whole being to a poor man who had snatched her from the park, in the 
middle of the night, and fucked the shit out of her without ceremony in the 
back seat of a car. 

And now... now she was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable to control 
her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that very same man. Her face 
was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her 
teeth with greater and more desperate sounds, robot-like, from deep in her 
savagely heaving chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails 
clawed desperately into his back, slithered down and dug demoniacally into 
his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and 
unprotected, vulnerable pussy. 

Wet smacking noised resounded through the room with each cruel, pile-driving 
lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the 
living room where the other men were cackling drunkenly and slovenly. 

The sound of Lisa's mewling resounding in his hot ears drove Mike to greater 
desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the girl. He ran his 
hands from the smooth hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and 
between them to the soft, soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the 
clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his prick like a tight 
rubbery mouth, running with moisture, and overflowing wetly down the 
wide-split crevice of her ass. 

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she 
were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft, tender 
thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in 
uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt on his 
plunging and thickly growing prick. 

"I'm cummming! I'm cummmming!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched 
gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind 
his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck 
and smashed her openly abandoned mouth to his. Mike could still taste the 
pungent flavor of his own sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a 
short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but 
quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her 
orgasmic fluid out around his driving cock and down the wide-split crevice 
of her ass, soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered 
anus. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his 
strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the 
ragged pink flanges on her mound. His hardened cock dipped... deep... down 
into the far, far remote hidden recesses of her undulating belly. 

He had to cum or he would die! 

He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, 
heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and 
then, with a deep, soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, 
he exploded inside her, shooting his hot liquid sperm deep into the volatile 
depths of her open and receptive womb. 

He rolled off of her sweat-soaked body, noticing her chest as it continued 
to heave with the effort of the final orgasm. Here and there were little 
sweaty curls of pubic and chest hair matted to her soft, girlish belly, and 
to her voluptuously moist breasts, sweat-soaked with the act of hot, 
passionate coitus. 

He wanted to say something nice but there was nothing he could think of. 
They were worlds apart again, just as suddenly as they'd been momentarily 
linked with the ardour of their two bodies. 

He saddened at the thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp 
and wet between his thighs. He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy 
blanket up over both of them and turned his back on the girl as they 
attempted to find peace in sleep. 

He wondered as he began to doze if the plan to ransom this lovely girl, and 
terrific piece of ass was going to work, and he pondered what he would do in 
the event that the plan failed. He realized that death was not a possibility 
totally out of the question. 

Mike put thoughts out of his mind and surrendered to restless sleep. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lisa awoke to bright sunshine the next morning. At first she lay still, her 
blurred eyes looking toward the ceiling in confused thought. 

Where was she? 

The low forest mists surrounding the cabin created an air of tranquility 
that permeated the atmosphere like an EXOTIC perfume, a strange one she had 
never smelled before, raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned 
under her breath. Her muscles were sore between her thighs, and she lay 
still again until the pain went away. 

Her stomach felt funny. It was all warm inside as though there were a gently 
glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still emitted a soft, 
soothing heat. 

She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze! 

There was someone next to her. She held her breath and turned her head 
sideways. Her mouth gaped open when her eyes suddenly focused in the early 
morning light on a muscular man's body lying on the bed next to her. 

And then she remembered! 

It all came back to her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered 
it all. The beginning... with the other three men viciously raping her, the 
night in the car, and then last night. She had succumbed to those 
sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal 
she'd been through in the last two days. And she remembered, too, the 
eruption in her belly as Mike had spewed hot sperm deep up inside her belly, 
and she had urged him on with her lips, with her thighs, and with her hips. 
That was where the heat and the warmth had come from that she still felt so 
vividly on this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of sperm he'd 
emptied into her that made her feel that way. 

Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered through her mind but were 
overshadowed by the sudden realization and humiliation of knowing that she'd 
wanted it. She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on-him, her 
captor!-with all her physical gifts offered like a whore he could have 
dragged from the streets. She was afraid of the others and that excused her 
submitting to him, but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into an 
uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of righteousness. 

Mike stirred next to her, sat up and without a word stood and stretched, 
pulled on his pants, walked out of the bedroom and went in to the living 
room. A moment later he returned and said, "I have to leave you here for a 
while. You'll be okay. Pete's gonna be here in the living room if you need 
anything." 

"P-P-Pete?" 

"I see you speak his language," quipped Mike. "Oh, God, no, please-" 

"I need the others. We're going to get your ransom. And then... " Mike 
ripped the tattered blanket in long strips and bound her hands and tied one 
ankle to the foot of the iron bed. 

"Pete!" he hollered in to the living room, and the moronic half-wit reported 
front and center. "If she needs anything," continued Mike, "you give it to 
her. And hands off, Pete! Or when I get back, I'll kill you. You hear me? 
I'll kill you." 

"I g-g-get ya, boss," said Pete, his eyes wandering left and right and 
landing on the young girl tied to the bed post. "I g-g-get ya alright." 

"Okay. We'll be back. You jest take care a' her. She's our meal ticket, you 
understand?" 

"Y-y-yeah," he stammered, "I understand." 

She watched the man who'd come to mean her protection, disappear out the 
door of the bedroom, and a few moments later she heard the car pulling away. 
She was tied up and alone in the cabin with a half-wit, sadist moron, with 
about as much chance of escape as a field mouse in a cage with a cobra. 

Pete wasted no time at all. He let the curtains fall into place over the 
window as the dust from the departing vehicle was still settling and then he 
turned back to Lisa. "Y-Y-You and me are g-g-gonna have some fun, 
h-h-honey." 

"Pete," she protested quickly, "Mike said no fooling around." 

"Ah, h-h-he's not gonna care once he gets all that money for you. I'm 
g-g-gonna have some fun n-n-now. Everyone else did, eh?" 

Lisa had never felt more naked and frightened in her life. She was at the 
mercy of the idiot, and there was nothing to be done about it. Her flesh 
still stung from where she'd been beaten the night before and she'd rather 
die than put up with more pain. 

"Spread your legs," said Pete, coming up close. "I w-w-want them spread," he 
repeated, lighting up a cigarette and puffing heavily on it. He leaned down 
close and brushed his hands across the top of her almost totally bare thigh, 
his calloused palm working a fresh chill into her loins. "You have to open 
your legs," he said, staring at that portion of her woolly pubic hair which 
stuck out from between her closed thighs. He brought the cigarette up next 
to her leg and put the burning end up close to her loin. "I want you open, 
lady," he commanded. Pete yanked her upwards while removing a knife from his 
shirt pocket, and slashed the bond holding her to the bed, what little 
clothing was left on her now fully exposed young body. She rolled over and 
went face down where the night before Mike had screwed her. She lay there 
quivering and fearful, full of humiliation and disgust at the terrible 
possibility that she would now be violated one more time by the half-wit, 
Pete. 

Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end? she wondered. I'd rather 
die. But no more pain. No more pain. 

She heard Pete's clothing drop hurriedly from his body as she remembered 
hearing Mike's the night before, and suddenly she found herself wishing it 
were him again. At least he'd been human and gentle about it and for some 
strange, unknown reason she had responded. Now there was nothing but the 
shame and the humiliation of lying there on the filthy bed, while the idiot 
Pete finally got his way with her, preparing yet another indignity for her 
aching, wracked flesh. 

She jerked as suddenly as she felt hands on her buttocks. "Look at that," 
Pete was mouthing, "I kin fuck you here," he moaned on, building his own 
passion to a point where it was ready to burst. The hands were replaced by 
wild, slavering lips coursing all around her smooth oval buttocks. He was 
biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as 
she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. Pete spread 
Lisa's ass-cheeks apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long, thick 
tongue sliding down and licking into her hotly sweating crevice. 

Lisa felt lewd and obscene, naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed 
kidnapper hovered over buttocks and violently plunged at the tiny brown 
puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important as long as she 
escaped his burning cigarette. 

There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt 
her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on 
either side of the double bed. Then the moronic half-wit's finger began to 
work again at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain. 

"R-R-Relax," he stammered. "Open it up for me. Open your ass." 

Lisa gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used as 
the demented man crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her breath as 
he dug at her anus with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and 
methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face 
tight into the mattress as she felt his skewering finger plunge to the first 
knuckle probe sadistically. She cried out, but the scream died in her throat 
as she saw that his other hand still wielded the burning cigarette. 

The crazy Pete's finger impaled her deeper and he began to grind down into 
her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force now. Lisa jerked 
her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel probing, but her quivers only 
drove it deeper and deeper into her. 

"Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted in guttural fashion from behind her. 

He slipped his finger from her rectum with a wetly sucking noise and clasped 
his thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so excited in his life and his 
body shook as he looked down on the helpless young girl stretched beneath 
him, so vulnerable, so open and defenseless against him. 

He had waited a long time to get his turn at her while all the others had 
theirs. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone in frenzied delight as he 
gently pulled back the foreskin on his giant cock, stroking the huge shaft 
to its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her as he could and show her 
he was just as good as Mike or anyone else. He had heard her moaning and 
groaning under Mike last night and he knew he could get her to do the same 
for him, too. 

Pete lowered himself onto her back and she could feel his hands pulling the 
cheeks of her ass wide apart. She didn't know what he'd done with the 
cigarette, but any attempt to get free seemed fruitless. She could feel the 
tip of his cock probing her for several seconds, trying to find her tightly 
puckered hole. 

And suddenly... ! 

He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus-and then-a sudden 
spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, 
trying with all her strength to get away, but her quick movements only 
helped to drive his thrusting cock deeper and deeper inside her. 

She could feel the pressure of the demented criminal's body pressing down on 
her with pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, punishing the 
lovely, creamy ass that bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but 
he rammed down hard and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to 
the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. 

"Aaaaaaaggghhhh, God!" she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless 
thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the ripping cock traveled 
far up into her rectum. She felt as though she were split open with a knife. 
The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute 
longer against the brutal, fleshy pole sunk deep in her backside, and then, 
with a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed. She collapsed 
in a limp mass of flesh beneath the pumping body of the man who had her 
pinned to the bed. 

"Y-Y-You like it in the a-a-ass?" he sadistically chortled and stammered. 

The pain in Lisa's rectum from the giant entry began to subside a little. 
She realized that there was only one way to bring this rear assault to a 
quick end. 

Pete suddenly groaned as he felt the girl's anal muscles tighten around his 
long, hammering prick buried deep inside her. His cock throbbed harder and 
he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow, methodical, 
rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis deep up her rectal canal in 
answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was 
responding to him. He gasped as he felt her throb and tighten around him 
like a warm fitting glove. 

His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her, and suddenly, gasping and 
moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to 
its knees without losing the connection, and began to saw rhythmically and 
deeply, far down into the velvety confines of her anus. He watched with 
disbelieving jubilance as the moistly pink skin of her puckered little 
asshole drew back with the long, hard shaft. 

Lisa knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation 
would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to 
convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling before him she began 
to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, waving the full roundness of 
her cheeks back at him lasciviously. And, strangely, the tiny bit of whore 
in every woman suddenly broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. 
She wasn't working for money but for her life; a means to an end and she did 
not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know 
she was using him. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable 
and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene 
impalement as he jerked forward into her. 

She was his now to do as he liked, for as long as he liked. And even as he 
rammed into her now, pornographic pictures filtered through his dim-witted 
mind of things he would do with her voluptuous girlish body and increased 
his pleasure that much more. 

"Ooooooh, oooooooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed 
forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her resilient ass 
flesh wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and holding it there. His 
massive cock was buried up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly 
gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently 
cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing 
motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth. 

"Oh, yes, darling, fuck like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched 
lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated the 
giant, blood-filled head deep around in her asshole. 

Lisa could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he 
was exerting deep inside her but she gritted her teeth and did all the 
things she thought he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities back at 
him and pleaded with him for more. And all the time she thrust back against 
him, hiding her shame and her humiliation in her grim determination to 
convince him that she wanted it more than anything else in the world. 

And she had. 

The now crazed hoodlum behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever 
increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the softly rounded globes 
like they were clay in his hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart 
and, with bulging eyes, watched the full length of his pistoning cock split 
the creaminess of her anus. His plunging rod felt as though it would burst, 
not just at the end, but all along the length of it where the rubbery tight 
walls of Lisa's rectum held it vise-like and hot. She was mumbling and 
whimpering inarticulately into the mattress, and mistaking these noises for 
cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes 
until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the bed with cruel, 
earth-shattering lunges. 

Lisa cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad 
scramble of the lust crazed moronic Pete who was about to complete his 
orgasm. 

"Oh God, Oooh, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she 
felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was 
approaching when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless 
and unprotected bowels with his obscene hot male semen, and there was 
nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him 
like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion. 

There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his throbbing cock 
burst like a damn with one last tremendous thrust into the back of her 
upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave, deep into 
the depths of her rectum. Lisa thought the ejaculating instrument would 
never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing 
around his still jerking cock, forcing out the tight nether ring of her 
asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his slippery shaft. Her 
humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even 
know if it would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt 
his deflated and limp penis slowly withdraw from her flooded buttocks. There 
was a slightly wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full 
white moons of her ass-cheeks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden rush 
of cool air went blowing into the wetness of her loins as she remained 
kneeling for a moment before she collapsed on her side. 

"Oh, Pete," said a familiar voice suddenly out of the dark. 

The half-wit looked up with his deflated prick still dripping, to discover 
Mike standing in the doorway with a shotgun aimed at him. "M-M-Mike, I 
thought-" 

"See?" Mike mocked him instantly, cocking the gun. "You shouldn't have been 
thinking, Pete." 

The blast echoed in the forest and the half-naked man fell over, bloodied 
and dead, on the wooden floor of the cabin. 

Mike stepped in and smiled at the young rich girl who's kidnapping he'd 
masterminded. "Things didn't go the way we planned, I'm afraid," he said, 
loading the gun with two fresh shells. "Anyhow, you best get goin' now. 
There's likely to be a whole lot of trouble here." He tossed her a blanket 
which he had over his shoulder and she caught it with one hand. 

"Thanks," she said, her nightmare taking one more sudden twist before ending 
altogether. 

She stood dumbfounded, naked, sodomized, thanking the man who'd initiated it 
all for giving her a blanket. Then she ran past him out into the forest in 
search of the road which she hoped would lead her back to civilization. 

CHAPTER EIGHT - EPILOGUE 

Lisa made her way through the forest to the road which led to town. She 
walked a great distance and then came upon a small, country store. There she 
traded her blanket for a old dress with a woman who gave her a knowing grin. 
"It's alright, honey," said the old woman, "every girl gets herself in a 
spot one time or another." 

She had to smile about that. She wondered if the old woman had ever been in 
the kind of jam she had been in. It didn't matter really, nothing mattered, 
when you got right down to it. There wasn't any thing in the world that made 
much difference, not when you looked real close. 

Eventually she made her way back to town. The details of her defilement 
became part of the case held against the hoodlums who'd kidnapped her; all 
but one, who was found dead, blasted by a shot-gun. "Someone saved us a 
whole lot of trouble," was the Sheriffs remark. 

When she saw David again a few weeks later she couldn't quite bring herself 
to ask him if she was still his girl. He had a kind of crazed look in his 
eyes after reading the papers about how Lisa had been kidnapped and 
violated. "I'd kill them," he said, "I'd kill him for you, Lisa." 

She only wondered if it were possible. 

Two years later the kidnapping was old news, and Lisa had moved to a town 
far away from the country club and poverty of her late adolescence. And a 
year after that she married an insurance salesman. 

And sometimes, late at night, even with her husband holding her in the dark, 
she would sob uncontrollably at the memory of her terrible humiliation as a 
teenage captive. No one was ever able to tell her that she hadn't 
experienced life, but she'd have gladly traded that terrifying knowledge of 
the world for just about anything at all. 


THE END
