Ellen trembled in abject shame and embarrassment, feeling the last of her protective clothing dangling uselessly down at her ankles. Then there was the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open in haste behind her, and her own groan of terror arising from some deep, distant place in her body when she felt the sudden long warm bluntness of his hardened cock fall free against the top of her leg. Tiny droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the contracting gland at its tip, and she shuddered in disgust and revulsion, feeling it smear wetly across the top of her nudely exposed thigh. It was actually going to happen to her now – he was going to sink his cruel instrument into her and tear her helpless virginity to shreds. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Then-then a searing humiliation burned over her entire body as his probing finger pressed against the small vertical opening of her slightly bearded young vagina.
"Oooooooo, nooooooo…!"
"Jesus Christ! – she's a virgin," Billy gasped, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "Look at that, she's cherry!"
Ellen's whole body jerked in a violent attempt to wrench herself away from his licentiously searching finger, her belly grinding frantically down against the floor of the truck and the firm resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenched tightly together.
"Yeah, man, she's a virgin all right, I can feel it!" he exclaimed, fighting to keep his finger in the unbelievably tight, but violently squirming, ring of her vagina. He tried to worm his finger in deeper and met a thin fleshy resistance, then laughed softly. "This'll take what I call a real master."
"I'll do it. Let me split 'er!" Vito shouted suddenly and crawled excitedly over Ellen's back, spilling her head to the floor and throwing Billy off balance. Billy's hands flailed out from Ellen's body and the force of Vito's shifting weight threw him against the side of the truck bed, giving Vito complete access to the warm spread juncture of the young girl's upraised buttocks. In one quick moment, Vito had gripped one of her fearfully quivering white ass cheeks painfully in his fist, and in the next he had burrowed the entire length of his hand into the soft hair-lined mounds that protected the soft pink crevice of her vagina. Ellen moaned and jerked forward, but there was no escape from the cruel digging fingers that roamed over the thin, puffy edges of her cunt lips, pulling their softness apart and searching up inside for her vaginal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her pussy, one middle finger working violently over every inch of her helpless little cuntal slit as he greedily sought his mark.
Then suddenly he found his goal, jamming his middle finger in the tight smooth hole between the moist fleshy lips and shoving it all the way forward.
"Aaaaaaaarg, nooooooo," she squealed like a stuck pig and kicked her legs out wildly behind her in a futile attempt to escape the cruel impalement. But it only worsened her position and a gutteral screech of further pain came tumbling piteously from deep in her throat when his second finger joined the first and battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding cuntal flesh. It felt as though a hot poker had been thrust into her burning vaginal passage and was now searing its way up into her body in search of her soul. Behind him, Billy had regained his balance and was trying with every ounce of his strength to pull the cruelly gripping hand away, but Vito's fingers were curved deep up in her cunt like a fishhook and he held to her like a lust-crazed madman. His fingers ground around and around in her painfully expanding little vaginal channel, while Ellen squirmed and jerked her helplessly impaled buttocks in wild desperation before the depraved attack up between her open thighs. It felt as though his insanely thrusting fingers were splitting her in two and her mind reeled from the pain and confusion. Then suddenly the thin, balloon-like membrane of her virginity gave way and her mind swooned into a dazed stupor, hardly conscious of anything but the hotly searing pain up between her legs. The virginity that she had guarded for so long had been, in one terror-filled instant, torn brutally away. She fell limply against the floor and would have fainted dead away had it not been for the commotion of Vito and Billy still struggling over her. Slowly the fingers withdrew from her pained and stretched vaginal passage as Billy grabbed Vito by the hair and threw him violently over her panting body across the truck.
And that was all.
Vito moaned in pain as his head hit the back of the front seat and then he cringed into the side of the truck when he saw Billy crawling toward him, murder in his eyes.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Pop yelled over the noise. "We're going to get in an accident. I can't drive this truck, you're making me so Goddamned nervous."
"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You'll be sorry you did that, you bastard," Billy shouted at the top of his voice.
"I got more right to her. I ain't had a woman longer than you have," Vito snarled back.
"Well, you ain't gettin' nothing' from this one, that's for Goddamn sure. Nothin'. Not even when we get to the warehouse. Nothin'. Never."
Vito sank back into the corner, staring stonily out of the back of the truck, and a deathly quiet sank over the group that was broken only by the soft piteous sound of Ellen's sobbing. In the front, Cash lit a cigarette and Pop cleared his throat nervously. Billy glared around the truck and then crawled back to the girl, resuming his kneeling position over her.
Ellen's mind reeled with fear and confusion as once again she felt him pull her legs apart, breathing heavily over her. Then his hand sank onto the already finger-ravaged mound of her pussy, and she groaned a long low soul-searching groan.
Billy's nostrils flared with obvious desire as he concentrated again on the lewd task before him. Her hair had dislodged itself from its pony tail in the struggle and now it spilled over her smoothly tanned shoulders, gleaming softly in the moonlight.
"Just relax, honey. You're going to love every minute of this, I promise you," he chuckled obscenely to her, once again laying his hands on her hips, opening his palms and pressing the firm white cheeks apart, hungrily kneading them. "Just relax, baby and enjoy it."
"No, please, not any more," Ellen whimpered and sobbed with renewed humiliation at the leering sound of his voice. She could feel the hot summer night air coursing over her nakedness, and her mind reeled with fear and shame at the degradation that had already occurred and the worse that was going to come.
"Oh God, no, please," she cried, feeling his finger make contact with the fearfully cringing lips of her vagina, slowly spreading apart again the fleshy fleece-lined lips of the moist wet furrow.
"Ooooooooh."
She jerked forward as his middle finger shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering clitoris, teasing along the edges of the softly quivering folds with his other fingers. The finger continued its maddening tickling against the straining bud of her sexual nerve center and she groaned heavily from deep down in her throat when his finger worked its way down the length of the narrow slit to the tight elastic rimmed opening of naked vagina.
"Nooooooo, not again," she moaned and pleaded as his finger moved from the ragged edges down to the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. "Please, please let me go!"
"Hold her," he grunted to Cash. He thrust his middle finger deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving hand. He could feel the flesh slip around his extended finger, the walls of the invaded vagina opening and closing in a desperate little clenching motion. It felt as though the soft hair-lined little mouth would pull his finger out by the roots it was so tight.