"We're doing just fine back here," he yelled to the front loudly. Then he sank back onto her and sighed, grinding his hardness against her legs and chuckling softly. He laughed again and blew into her ear, sending waves of goose-bumps over her flesh, and the terrified young girl cringed in revulsion.
She stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to see out the back of the truck as though somewhere out there in the rapidly disappearing scenery she might find something, anything that would magically save her. But the empty fields flew uselessly by, and not a single car appeared on the long strip of highway. There was only the round disc of the moon shining brightly in the starless summer sky to give her small comfort.
"Roll her over," Vito said after a moment in a grudging voice, lighting a second cigarette. "I want to see the front." There was an irritated demanding quality to his words that sent new shivers of fear down Ellen's spine.
"Relax, Vito," Billy said confidently. "It's all there. I already checked it out for you."
"Looks like you're doing more than checking it out to me. C'mon, roll her over. I want to see what she's got for tits!"
"Shut up, man. You're botherin' me."
"All I got is the head." Vito's vicious tone now had a knife-like edge to it.
Tears of shame and humiliation welled in Ellen's eyes as she heard the two men discussing her as though she were a bag of potatoes they had loaded in the truck to take to market. The horror of the situation was almost too much to grasp. She could hardly think from the terrible fear and revulsion that overwhelmed her every attempt to figure out just what she could do, or if there was even anything she could do. All she knew was that each of their hotly intimate touches and each of their lewd remarks was doing something to her that would make her forever different from the happily naive young person she had been only a few short minutes ago.
She felt Billy's hand possessively pull her body closer to him, and her attention shot back to the dire defenselessness of her immediate position. His other hand remained around her mouth, and his body wormed even closer against hers, his knees bending where hers did, as his chest fell harder against her back while her softly rounded young buttocks fitted more closely like one spoon in another into his bulging pelvis. Her soft flesh made the feared contact with his jutting hardness and she trembled, imagining the lewd look of obscene pleasure contorting the man's face. A seeming eternity passed by as his probing contact with her firm young flesh grew more frequent and harder.
"How much longer?" he said later, breathing heavily, his hand moving hungrily down her thighs over her tightly fitting jeans. "I think our little girl's getting uncomfortable here."
"About fifteen minutes until we get into the edge of town," Pop's voice said tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep the little bitch quiet. We'll soon be gettin' into some heavy traffic."
"Don't worry. She can't move," Billy muttered. He chuckled when he pinched harshly through the denim at the soft innersides of her two thighs pressed together, and her groan of protest issued through his hand over her mouth almost soundlessly. "She can't even squeal. Look at that, boys!"
"Open up her pants," Cash turned and hissed into the back, his eyes glinting in lewd amusement through the dark. He turned on his knees and peered over the back of the seat, almost drooling at the obscene picture of the young blonde girl plastered helplessly down under Billy's groin. Her striped tee shirt had ridden up to just below the rounded fullness of her large breasts, and below the high, wide-spaced protruberances, he could see the bare flesh of her taut little stomach gleaming whitely in the moonlight. He grunted in lewd pleasure when Vito suddenly reached over and pulled the zipper of her jeans slowly open.
"Jesus, will ya look at that," Cash whistled under his breath, taking in the wide white stretch of unexpectedly bare stomach exposed over the top of the small white triangle of her nylon panties. "Seems to me anything wearin' them skimpy lil things is asking for cock. I say let's fuck her now."
"Yeah, let's do it. Let's fuck her now," Vito agreed.
"Hold on," Pop objected over the din of voices. "Not while I'm drivin'."
"I can't wait," Billy grunted hoarsely.
Ellen groaned as her forehead hit against a rising hardness in Vito's lap and he raised his legs, clenching her face in his lap in a strong vise-like grip. Behind her, Billy's groin rammed harshly into her buttocks, his fingers tearing at the open waist of her jeans so that she thought they would rip apart. A frantic, terrorized energy raced through her, and she squirmed and bucked her body with every ounce of strength that she had, trying to wrench her face out of Vito's clenching thighs and throw Billy's jutting hardness off her back. She tossed violently at both ends but the harsh grinding of her forehead and buttocks against their stiffening hardness only succeeded in increasing their desire for her.
"Hold her down, you idiots," Billy muttered, moving his hand down to her wildly thrusting hips and pinioning them roughly to the floor.
"Please, please don't do it to me," she choked in the single moment that his hand was removed from her mouth. "Get off of me!"
Vito clamped his palm over her mouth and her piteous supplications were cut short. Her further anguished cries choked back deep down in her chest, only a faint helpless mewling escaping from under the tightly clenching hand.
Suddenly, she felt Billy's weight lift off her. There was a long tortuous moment of silent suspense while his muscular calves inched slowly backwards down the sides of her legs, then his face hovered over her knees. She jerked as he reached abruptly forward and his fingers curled over the unbuttoned waist of her jeans, jerking them in a swift cruel movement down over her hips until the soft rounded fullness of her partially panty covered buttocks were exposed to view. All the while Cash hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging as each luscious inch of the girl's delicately curved legs came further into view.
"Pull up her top so we can see them big juicy tits," Billy yelled at Cash leaning over the front seat. His trembling hands curled around her small kicking ankles and pulled them slightly apart. His eyes traveled slowly up the bare slightly parted columns of her legs, and he ran his tongue over his lips with obvious desire. Her small well-shaped ankles curved delicately up over slender girlish calves, then swelled into a smooth silky softness at her full upper thighs. The whitely clean triangle of her brief panties had been moved out of place by her fruitless struggling, and now the smoothly rounded globes of her ass-cheeks were exposed entirely to his lust-crazed view. Only a narrow strip of thin nylon cloth was wedged into the tightly trembling crevice of her firm young buttocks, and he could see small thin curls of her sparse blonde pubic hair appearing under the edges of the bunched up material where it ran in a thin white band down between her legs.
Ellen was half wild with fear now. Her mind raced with the dreadful certainty that what she had most feared was now going to happen to her: these strange men were going to sink their indecent flesh into the most intimate parts of her body. She felt sick with disgust and her whole being cowered with the shame and humiliation of it all. These vile creatures that didn't even know her name were going to plow into her like lewd animals without the slightest trace of compassion or human understanding, making of her a mere mindless receptacle for their lewdly building sperm.
And… there was nothing on earth she could do about it. Her inability to fight them back increased her sense of shame and degradation. Oh God, if only she was stronger, she thought desperately, then her mind was jerked back to brutal reality by the sensation of Billy's hands coursing over the sides of her body. He teased her nakedly cringing flesh harshly as he worked up the backs of her legs, kneading the skin into painful, white little balls and clenching them in his fists. He pinched her soft inner thighs roughly between his thumbs and forefingers, and Ellen whimpered in helpless anguish. She imagined what his leering face must look like as his hands roamed freely over her now obediently splayed out body, and she ground her belly hard down against the floor of the truck in another vain attempt to escape him when his hands moved onto her hips. He rolled the luscious firmness of her soft warm flesh between his hands and then wormed one finger into the slightly sweating crevice between her buttocks that showed just its beginning now above the elastic waist band of her panties.