Susan screamed, writhing and jerking in her captors' arms as she sought vainly to escape the punishing slaps. By the time he stopped, to stand swaying slightly with the motion of the vehicle, surveying her through slitted eyes, she was sobbing uncontrollably. She raised frantic eyes – and for an instant her gaze locked in the driving mirror with the troubled glance of Stefan. But before any communication could pass between them he had shifted his angle of vision nervously back to the road, staring through the streaming glass swept by the wiper blades at the monotonous gray landscape rushing towards them. Below the mirror Lisa's blonde head was poised expectantly, her parted lips glistening and her eyes brittle bright with anticipation.
"Go on, Heinz," she said. "Give her a couple more – just to make the point!"
"No!" Susan screamed. "Please! Please…! Nooooo!"
But the remorseless hand exploded twice more savagely against each smarting cheek.
"All right," Heinz panted when he had finished. "Now – are you going to take your clothes off, or do we have to tear them off?"
"Please!" the terrified teenager sobbed. "Please…"
She lifted her imploring, tear-stained face towards him, the cheeks striped crimson with the marks of his fingers. He raised his hand again.
"All right!" Susan screamed, cowering back against the two who were holding her arms. "All right! Anything… I'll do anything. But don't hit me again!"
With trembling hands, as Kurt and Klaus relaxed their grasp on her arms, she unzipped her parka and hauled the black cashmere jersey over her dark head. Klaus drew in his breath with a hiss as the tender flesh of her full, high-set young breasts, snugly encased in their simple white nylon brassiere, came into view. Under the watchful eyes of the three young men and the blonde in the front seat, the shivering girl bent down and took off her sneakers and jeans, a hot flush of embarrassment turning the marks on her face an even deeper red.
Now she stood before them, her head hanging with shame, naked except for the brassiere and a flimsy white triangle of nylon panties at her loins.
"Take those off too," Heinz ordered.
"B-b-but…" Susan faltered piteously, "but I'll be cold!"
For the first time she saw him smile.
"Not with what you'll be doing!" he said grimly. "Take them off!"
Whimpering softly, she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere. A moment later her tautly budding breasts with their sensitive uptilted nipples sprang free, and she slid the flimsy garment down her arms to the floor. As she bent once more to strip the panties from the smoothly rounded taper of her legs, Lisa scrambled over the seat and joined them in the back.
"All right," she said crisply. "Kurt, spread the rug. You others, look after the girl."
"W-w-what are you going to do?" Susan quavered fearfully.
"I told you we had plans for you," Lisa said with a malicious smile. "But I don't think you'll have enough experience to carry them out… yet. So, like I said, we're going to give you a little training session. Right now!"
As Kurt spread a tartan steamer rug on the floor between the seats, Susan burst into tears and hid her face in her hands. Pitiful incoherent pleadings forced their muffled way through her clenched fingers as her naked shoulders quivered and her chest heaved with racking sobs.
"Don't… please…! Let me go…! Please don't do it."
Behind the wheel, Stefan, cursed suddenly shifted down, braked, and then swerved around a slow-moving car pulling out in front of him as he overtook a heavy truck. With her eyes hidden by her hands, Susan was unprepared for the maneuver. She was thrown off balance, and fell to the floor. At once the three youths leaped on her and threw her on her back across the rug. Kneeling behind her, Kurt seized her wrists and stretched her arms above her head while Klaus and Heinz, grasping an ankle each, hauled her legs brutally apart. The petite brunette teenager lay naked and defenseless before her captors, spread-eagled and open, as cruelly stretched as a victim on a medieval torture rack!
Shuddering with terror, she gazed wild-eyed from face to pitiless face as they stared lasciviously at the quivering white mounds of her breasts, the softly trembling bulge of her young belly, and the dark triangle of soft pussy hair nestling up between her lewdly splayed legs. Dear God! There was nothing she could do against four of them! Shut away in the speeding mini-bus as it roared northwards along the interminable autobahn, she was utterly alone and at their mercy! The only victory she could win was a mental one: they could conquer her body, as she knew now they must, but it would be an empty triumph if her spirit remained unbeaten.
Stretched helpless on the throbbing floor of the Volkswagen, she lay listening to the whine of the flat four-cylinder motor, the rumble of wheels beneath her, and the swish of tires on the wet road as she closed her eyes and prayed for strength. Abruptly she opened them again as an alien touch on her flesh drew an involuntary gasp from her trembling lips. Lisa was kneeling between her spread thighs pawing obscenely at the soft flesh of her belly with slender, red-nailed hands.
"Ve-ery nice!" the sadistic German girl said tauntingly. Her hand moved lewdly upwards, caressing the fullness of one firm breast. "Now you just lie back, sweetie, and take your choice: you can co-operate, and we'll all have fun; or you can try and fight it, and just the four of us will have the fun. It's up to you!"
Susan felt her skin crawl with horror at the blonde's lustfully depraved touch as she strove desperately to find words that might in some way appeal to whatever sense of honor or decency these people might have buried within them. They were going to violate the virginal innocence of her young body – that was clear whatever incomprehensible gibberish they spoke about "plans" and "training". But now there was this additional nightmare too: it seemed the girl as well was going to take part! She had heard her schoolmates talking and giggling about lesbians, of course, but she knew nothing about them really. The very thought of another woman touching her secret parts filled her with revulsion. She froze in terror as the red-nailed hands raked teasingly down the trembling contours of her body, to linger caressingly among the sparse hairs silkily mantling her pubic mound.
"Before you fuck her," the blonde crooned, raising her head to stare at each of the youths in turn, "I think I ought to open up the road a little, don't you? It's going to be a hard drive otherwise, if she's really a virgin!"
"Go ahead, Lisa," Kurt said from behind Susan's head. "You're the boss!"
Between the open edges of her black leather jacket, the German girl's breasts were heaving with excitement. For a moment she feasted her eyes on the vision of the helpless little brunette's shuddering hair-covered loins, and then her head sank slowly towards Susan's nakedly exposed vaginal slit. As the realization of what Lisa was about to do hit her, a despairing groan forced its way past the defenseless teenager's lips. She would have nothing left! They were going to plunder her of every vestige of decency!
A convulsive spasm jerked her thigh and belly muscles as she felt the cool moistness of the blonde's lips pressing into the sensitive flesh of her abdomen. She tried to cringe away from the girl's touch, but the sudden wet contact sent an inexplicable unwanted chill racing the length of her spine. She felt the heated lips trace tantalizingly downwards to the furrow at the top of her thighs as Lisa's thumbs spread the soft dark pussy hair hiding her most secret flesh. A moment later, the German girl's tongue had laced snake-like into the tight cringing slit of Susan's vagina, sending a shudder rippling through the teenager's loins at the electrifying contact of moistly heated tongue against her clitoris. Susan felt the wiry, long-nailed fingers dig into her sensitive flesh as Lisa clamped her palms against the soft insides of her thighs, splaying them wider still, and she forced her head up from the floor, her eyes wide with abject horror, to see that her ravisher too had lifted her head and was grinning up at her between Susan's nakedly upstanding breasts.