Max cried out, snapping his head back while still holding onto the struggling woman. Linda felt she was fighting for her life now. They'd torn her suit, dirtied her nylons, broken the heel off one of her shoes. Sam had been quick to pick up any of her articles of clothing from the street, opening the side door of the truck and throwing them in. Now, seeing her fighting with Max, the big trucker reached inside and pulled out several pieces of rope.
"Little bitch! See if you can get free from this," he growled between his clenched teeth.
Max regained his hold, keeping her quiet while his buddy tied her wrists together tightly.
"That'll keep the cat down," Sam said, admiring his square knot that was starting to cut off the circulation to her hands.
"Get 'er inside and you ride with her. I'm gonna climb in and get goin'," Max said as his friend hauled Linda up into the trailer, then slid the door shut.
"Hey, Max, what the hell was goin' on between you and the lady?" the bartender shouted from the door, smirking at him while wiping his hands on his apron.
Max shrugged as he moved around the front of the truck and climbed into the cab.
"Guess she just don't like me no more," he said, smirking while waving the older man off. "Gotta go back to San Berdu and make another run."
"You guys…"
Max started the engine with a roar, watching cautiously as the bartender disappeared back into the building. Max's other friend, Jack was still there drinking. He'd see if any one suspected anything. He doubted it. Bernie the bartender was so busy fucking Maxine in the back room he couldn't see his own dirty fingers. Jerking the gears into low gear, the trucker started the rig moving forward. He knew Linda was in for the time of her life now. Smiling, scratching his stiffening cock, spreading his legs to give his dick more room to stretch, Max knew something like this was going to happen. He'd spotted it early in the woman someone who enjoyed some slumming, then pulled back when things got serious.
"Yeah, she's gonna pay for this," Max said, running his fingers over his scratched checks, then checking in the mirror to see how much damage the blonde had done. Nothing too bad. Well, she was going to have more than just a few scratches for this. He chuckled, then broke out into loud laughter as he guided his rig carefully onto the freeway and thought about the woman tied up in back.
Linda meanwhile was struggling with Sam in the trailer. The vehicle was pitching from side to side. But that didn't stop the big blond trucker from trying to paw her, to fuck her.
Linda kicked hard at Sam as he tried to lay her open and crawl between her legs. She drove her right foot into his belly, sending the big man sprawling against the other side of the rolling trailer.
Grunting, Linda managed to spit out the handkerchief, roll aver onto her knees and start crawling away. Then she felt a hand grabbing one of her ankles. Linda tried kicking him away, wished she could work her hands free from the rough rope binding them together.
"Max said you like to fight back. Yeah, that's the way I like 'em, good, feisty slut."
Linda screamed as he pulled her back, rolled her onto her ass and threw himself on top of her. Her mouth was pulled into a tight scar while her scalp crinkled. He was bigger than Max a little more handsome, something like a German Nazi soldier who'd let his belly get filled with a little too much beer. But nothing could have turned her on at this point. They were kidnapping her, going to do something foul to her. She had to get away, jump from the speeding truck onto the freeway if she had to.
"No!" Linda tried kicking Sam again. But it was futile. He pinned her legs down to the floor with his knees, bracing himself so he wouldn't tumble over with the rhythmic rolling of the truck. Linda stared up at him, hating him with every ounce of strength she could muster. He was sweating, beads of perspiration rolling down from his short crew haircut and streaming down his cheeks and thick neck.
"Yeah…"
He crossed his arms and pulled off his sweaty T-shirt, revealing a broad chest and rounded beer belly.
"Dressed all up like some kind of Madison Avenue society bitch," he commented, fingering her frilly blouse which was now dirty and torn from the struggling. Sam laughed, then curled his fingers around the thin material and tore it open, revealing the cups of her bra and her bare belly.
"Nice, nice," he said, suddenly dropping down on top of her and biting her neck.
Linda cried out, beating her legs against his, feeling the tearing, pulling pain in her shoulders as he disregarded the fact that her hands were still bound behind her. She tried to tell him to stop, to untie her hands, to do something about the terrible agony racing up and down her arms and back.
But Sam wasn't interested in that. He ripped off the top of her suit, tearing the button from the waistband of her skirt off, ripping the zipper partially away from the material and working the bottom of her suit down over her narrow hips.
She felt his hands tearing, the material, his fingers pinching her skin while his knees kept digging into her fleshy thighs. Linda grunted, tried shifting position, working her hands into the small of her back to ease the pulling pressure.
But nothing happened to ease her distress. The big trucker had torn away her suit, leaving only her bra and white nylon panties left on her body. He laughed at her, then quickly spread both arms apart for balance as Max applied the brakes suddenly. Sam slid backward a foot or two, waiting for the semi to resume its bouncing trip along the freeway to an unknown destination.
"Better," he muttered, rolling his eyes up, then moving back to the helplessly bound woman. "Nice body. I can see why Max digs you."
He was almost politely formal. Linda shuddered when he touched her thighs, sliding his dirt encrusted nail along her flesh to the elastic leg bands of her thin panties. She knew he could see the hairs covering her cuntal mound. She saw his eyes widen, his nostrils flare, his tongue wash along his dry lips. Would he dare fuck her? What kind of relationship did he and Max have? Did the big trucker up front share his women the way he shared his drinks?
"Nice."
Sam slipped two fingers under the narrow band holding her two bra cups together. Pulling upward, Sam watched her closely, enjoying her fear, loving the way she wrinkled her forehead as the straps cut cruelly into her shoulders.
"Oh!"
The bra split apart, the cups falling uselessly to either side of her body. Her tits lay like two large mountains on her chest, her nipples becoming strangely stiff and long. Sam dropped one hand down to hiscrotch and curled his fingers around his cock.
"Man, good hard nipples… just the way I like 'em," he muttered.
Linda rolled her head away, still working her hands together, feeling the rope start to loosen around her wrists. Sam and Max had been in too much of a hurry to check their square knot. While the trucker had been busy trying to tear her clothes off and fuck her, Linda had been moving her hands back and forth, twisting them around in circular motion, loosening the tie.
Sam stuck out his tongue, sticking it out and moving the pointed tip over her right nipple. Yes, yes, it felt good even from this animal that hot wet touch against her tit-tip felt good. It made her pussy grow tight again, making the region between her long white legs moist and swampy.
But she had other things to think about. She had to get away from these men. There would be other men, other times, when she could feel sexually aroused. This wasn't one of them.