The brunette looked over, recognized him, and smiled warmly. She hopped in as he opened the door for her. If he wanted to give her a ride home, then that was great. She nestled into the seat and turned to talk with the boy.
"Hey!" she cried out as he gunned away from the curb. "Take it easy! I want to get home in one piece!"
The boy laughed and ignored her. They sped out of town and along the road leading towards her home. Connie waited for him to slow down and turn into the driveway. She looked at him sharply as he continued past her house.
"There!" she called out to him. "That's my house!"
"I know," he answered. "I'll drop you back later. First, we need you at a party."
"What kind of party?" she asked suspiciously. He was acting strangely, very strangely. She slowly became frightened of more than just his driving. His mouth was clamped firmly shut as he concentrated on the road ahead of them. He glanced quickly at her, then back at the road. A wry smile played at the corners of his lips.
"Turn around right now!" Connie screamed at him. "Turn around and take me home!"
"Shut up!" he snarled. "Sit over there and shut up! I'll take you home when we're through with you, not before."
"Who?" the girl asked, feeling a flutter of cold fear sweep through her. "Until who is finished with me?"
"You'll see," he laughed. "You'll see in just a few more minutes."
She sat back against the seat, her anger beginning to conquer her terror. Damn him! Damn! Damn! Damn! He couldn't do this! She could get even with him! Damn right!
"I hope you know what. you're getting in for," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You know what's been going on between Matt Robertson and me?"
"Oh, come on!" Anton laughed. "Next you'll tell me you're Matt's girl! Shit! I know better than that. He's tried, but you've been giving him as cold a cunt as you've given the rest of us."
"Not lately," she insisted. "You, haven't talked to him lately, I'll bet.
You're going to be in one hell of a spot. You know that, don't you?"
"We'll see," he answered. "We'll see until then, baby, you're the one in a hell of a spot. You've been flashing that ass of yours all over town the last week or so. You've been strutting all over the place. None of us have gotten a cock in you, though. We aim to cure that this afternoon."
He braked quickly, causing the brunette to lunge forward. Connie had to catch herself against the dashboard. She struggled back into the seat as Anton turned into a narrow lane leading down through a dense growth of trees and brush. She bounded about as he traveled the rough trail at much too fast a speed. Just as she began to speak again, he pulled up to an old shack that was hidden back in the trees. Two figures came out of the shack at the sound of the car. Connie recognized them as two who often tried to hang around the high-school girls. No girl she knew, though, had ever had much to do with them.
"Hey, you got her!" the skinny one called out. "Great! Let's get her inside and start the party!"
Connie looked at the leering grins on their faces. She felt her anger raging inside her body. Damn them, anyway! She had accepted the ride so she could get home sooner. She had planned a good bath. Then she was going to put on her sexiest blouse and slacks and cover herself with some of Leila's perfume. She had plans for tonight. She had plans she didn't expect to let these bastards ruin.
As soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and got out. She started running back towards the road. Maybe, just maybe, she had caught them by surprise. Maybe she could get to the highway before they could catch her. Then maybe someone would come by that would stop and help her.
"Get her!" she heard from behind her. "Don't let the cunt get away! Damn it!
Catch her before she gets to the main road!"
Connie ran as hard as she had ever run. She knew that the paved road was just beyond the next turn in this path. She was panting and tiring but she kept running. She kept running until she felt the heavy weight hit her from behind.
She was still trying to run as she sprawled across the dirt and grass of the trail with the skinny boy across her legs, his hands wrapped around her thighs.
"Going somewhere, baby?" he asked. "You act like you don't want to come to our party. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. Shit! You have to be at the party. You're the ice cream and cake we've been waiting for."
The other two had come panting up. They stood above the girl, laughing at her helplessness. Anton reached down and caught her arm, pulling her roughly to her feet. He slapped her hard across the mouth with his free hand, then drew back as though to hit her again.
"No more of that funny business," he snarled. "When I bring the goodies, I don't like them trying to run off."
"Yeah, what a bag of cookies!" the short, fat guy beside him gasped. "Ohhhh, baby! What a stack of goodies!"
He leered at her tits, then stepped towards her and grabbed one buttock in his pudgy hand. He squeezed her ass and shook it playfully. He was about to reach for her tits when Anton spun her around and pushed her back towards the old shack.
"All right," he muttered. "Get back down there. We don't have all day. Let's get the party started."
Connie walked back, surrounded by the trio. She had little doubt what the three wanted. Damn them! She didn't really object to them fucking her, not any more.
What she was angry about was the way they did it. They were making her do it.
She didn't like that. Also, she had planned another, a more important, fuck for this afternoon. Damn them to hell anyway!
"Inside!" Anton panted as he pushed her through the open door. "Get in there and get those clothes off."
The place stunk inside. The old shack was littered with all kinds of junk and garbage. It looked like it had been the haven for bums. She could smell the stench of piss, the stale odor of cheap wine and beer. The girl shuddered at the filthiness of the place. The boys had opened a sleeping bag on the floor.
Now they pointed to it as they started pulling off their clothes.
"Hurry up!" Anton insisted. "You want to take your clothes off or you want me to tear them off? Shit! I've about lost patience with you?'
The little brunette looked at the anger blazing in his eyes. This was sure a different Anton than the boy she thought she knew at the malt shop. This war a different kind of boy. This was a dirty, crude bastard. She glared at him for a moment, then sulkily began to remove her clothes.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" the skinny guy laughed. "Ohhh, look at those sweet tits. Ohhh, won't they be nice!"
"They will be, if there's any of them left when I get through with her!" Anton grunted. "This little cunt has gotten me mad with all her trying to run away from us. You guys know she even screamed at me while I drove her out here?"
"All I care about is that gorgeous pussy right there!" the fat boy gasped as she dropped her panties. "Man, oh, man! I've never seen such a pretty little pussy in my life!"
Connie struggled to recall if she had ever heard the other two guys ever referred to by name at the malt shop. She could only get swirling confusion through her brain. She concentrated harder, catching some vague memories. Then it began to become clearer through her confusion. The fat boy, yes, the fat boy had been called Denny by someone. She was sure of that. His name was Denny.
Slim was what she had heard Anton refer to the skinny one. Slim was all he had ever been called, to her knowledge. She felt a sense of elation. It seemed absurd at the moment, yet it somehow made things feel better that she knew the boys' names.
She was still glowing at the awareness that she knew them when she felt the hardness of Anton's cock against her pussy. She had been so preoccupied with placing the other two that she had not even realized that the swarthy youth had already climbed over her and was pumping his cock against her pussy while his hands groped lustfully at her tits.
"Ohhhh, baby!" he moaned. "I've been aching to get these tits in my hands for months. Ohhhh, they feel softer and fuller than even in my imagination."