Groaning, closing her eyes and moving her ass from side to side while spreading her legs seductively, Linda twisted her hands around a little more, this time managing to get some fingers into the loosening knot and finally untying it. God, she was free!
Cautiously opening her eyes, she saw that Sam was well into his own sex trip. He had his lips engulfing her stiff dark red nipple, his teeth gently nibbling around the sensitive surrounding tit-flesh while both hands caressed the sides of her body. Linda slowly pulled her hands apart, curling her fingers, getting ready to scratch her way to freedom.
"Rrrruughhhhh!" she cried, snapping her knees together, rolling to one side while bringing her hands swiftly up and raking her sharp nails across his face.
Sam shot back, covering his face with both hands while screaming in pain. Linda scrambled to her feet, rushing across the pitching, rolling trailer.
She had to get free, to take a chance on getting run over by the freeway traffic to get away from these maniacs.
"Oh?"
The woman managed to grab onto the door handle, flipping the bolt open and drawing the panel back. A rush of cool air blew her hair back and stung her flesh. It was open! She could see the blur of the countyside – miles and miles of tract houses – covered with a thick brown layer of smog.
Thank God Max was on the inside lane. Ice plant and field grass lined the side of the freeway. The woman pulled the heavy door panel back a little farther, bracing herself, trying to muster the courage to jump.
"No! Noo!" Sam had recovered, hooking both arms around her and drawing her back. The two of them tumbled onto the floor of the trailer, fighting, shouting, kicking and scratching as the truck sped eastward. Linda's fate was sealed.
Sam closed the door.
Linda lay on the dirty trailer floor, one leg folded under her butt while she crossed her arms over her naked tits. Her hair hung in front of her face as she stared up at him, her eyes wide with fear and loathing. Sweat rolling down her flushed cheeks caked some of the dirt on her face. Linda knew she'd blown her last chance at liberty. Her moment's hesitation at the opened doorway had cost her much.
"Goddamned slut!" Sam said, rubbing his hands over his face. He'd laughed when his buddy was mauled by this hellcat. Now it was his turn.
"Bitch!"
He hit her hard across the face with a doubled fist. The blow sent Linda sprawling onto the floor, her head spinning while the sting of his hand brought tears to her eyes. He kicked her in the ribs, making her body roll over and over, finally crashing against the wall. Sam was swearing, walking unsteadily to her, grabbing her hair and yanking up until she was squealing, beating at his hands while her legs flailed under her. He pulled her back to the center of the truck, strands of hair ripping from her scalp. He hit the screaming woman with a quick, savage movement of the right hand. Linda squealed sharply and saw him unbuckle his belt, sliding it from the pant loops and doubling it up. No, oh no, not another belting! Her back was still sore. There were still marks from the last one Max had given her.
"Please… I'm so sorry, I…"
He lashed the belt across her tits, lashing both nipples at once. Linda's jaw slackened, a rush of air coming from her mouth. Her nipple felt as if it had been ripped from her boob.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Then Sam wrapped the leather belt around her neck, tightening it until she started to choke, her face turning a bright red. He slipped the tongue of the buckle into one of the last holes in the strap, laughing at the woman's frantic attempts to free herself by sliding her fingers up to the belt and tugging at the leather frantically. She was making gagging, coughing sounds, her tongue starting to wiggle while she tried to speak. She was on her hands and knees now, clawing at the air, her eyes bugged out. Her face registered the terror and pain she felt.
"P…pllleaase!" she whispered.
Sam tugged the belt, dragging her all over the rolling trailer. Linda followed like a confused puppy, sometimes rolling over, her nails scratching at the floor, then the walls, then the air. There was no up, no down, no top, no bottom. Everything swam as if in a dream in front of her eyes while the leather belt sliced into her flesh, choking off precious oxygen to keep her alive.
Finally the woman couldn't go any farther. With a groan she collapsed on her side, her legs and arms twitching. The last thing she remembered seeing was Sam's face as he loosened the belt before it choked her to death.
Janice was sitting alone in the big living room, tapping her fingers nervously on one of the end tables, wondering where on earth Billy had gone to. No one had seen him around the school yard where she was supposed td meet him. Janice pouted, kicking the front end of the sofa in petulance, pouting as she thought of him with another girl. Why should she be jealous? They weren't going steady or anything like that. He was free to date just as she was. But he'd promised, and she'd been looking forward to meeting him.
A knock at the door! Janice jumped up, then steadied herself. She tilted her head back a little arrogantly, wiping her sweaty, palms on the sides of her skimpy bikini bathing suit – one she'd purposely worn to excite Billy just in case he'd gotten a title too used to her body.
Play hard to get, she told herself, barely able to hide the excitement tightening her pussy and making her nipples stand up and poke invitingly against the sheer material of her bikini tops.
"Oh! Who are you?" Janice asked, stepping back while still holding open the door.
"Max. I'm a friend of your mother's. Can't come in?"
"I… I don't know. My Aunt Linda's not at home right now," she said, surprised her aunt would know someone as obviously low and dirty as this man. Then something struck her. The voice. The voice! It was the same.
"I'll wait," Max said, his eyes burning into the girl's as he opened the door, stepped in and locked it behind him.
The company had grown since they arrived in a small town just on the east side of Riverside. Sam had loosened the leather collar on Linda just as she passed out. Although he hadn't expected things to go quite that far he felt it was a mixed blessing. He and his buddy didn't have any trouble hauling Linda from the trailer into the small two-bedroom wood-frame house on the outskirts of the small town. Jack, the third man they'd left behind in the bar to check up on things – arrived a half hour after them, assuring both Sam and Max that no one suspected a thing. All three of them took Linda into one of the bedrooms, laying her on a large old cast-iron frame bed and tying her wrist and legs to the supports.
"You guys can do what you want with her… but I want her in one piece when I get back with the niece, understand?" Max said, grinning, then turning and marching out of the house.
The two of them started to argue, each one thinking of some sexual act more revolting than the other. Linda listened, her heart pounding wildly while she wiggled her body back and forth, trying to loosen the roped chafing her wrists and ankles.
"I wanna fuck 'er in the mouth, man. I dig it. When I get a broad's tongue curled around my dick," Sam said, scratching his crotch. Linda stared at the roll of cockmeat pressing against the gathered material of his Levi's.
"Hey, man, I'm gonna have a crack at her ass first," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over her body.
"Oh, please, I have some money. I'll take it out of the bank when I can. Just let me go. You can tell Max anything," Linda pleaded wildly.
The men laughed, then talked further between them. Filially they agreed to hold off on fucking her in the mouth and ass for a while. Neither was too sure what Max wanted to do with her. Sometimes, Jack remembered, the older trucker liked to save the women sexually for himself, turning them over to his friends only after he'd satisfied his cock. Neither of them wanted to make Max angry.