Chapter 4
Lyn almost sobbed with relief when the truck slowed to a stop just ahead of her. She had been gone from the house for twenty or so minutes and hadn't gotten very far. Each time she'd heard a car coming up behind her, she'd been afraid it was her father, looking for her. Now, it looked as if she were going to make her escape without incident.
"Where you heading, girlie?" the slim, wiry relief driver asked as he swung down from the cab of the semi.
"Brockton, Mass," Lyn replied, hoping they'd take her in that direction. It appeared they were going to, for the red-headed relief driver was grinning and indicating she should climb into the cab.
"You're going to have to ride in the sleeper," the driver said. He was a slightly older edition of the other man, although with greying hair. Lyn knew they had to be brothers. Obediently, she crawled into the berth behind the custom-made seats and stretched out, glad to be free of Lancaster.
"We'll carry you as far as Springfield, Mass," the relief driver said, turning around to grin at her. "That's our home base. But you won't have any trouble getting a ride from there to Brocton."
They hadn't said much to her as the truck had gotten on the Interstate and started eating up the miles. Even when they'd stopped for a meal, which they had treated her to, they hadn't spoken much to her. And, in the truck, most of their conversation was over their CB radio. Their handles were Red Fox and Grey Fox, Lyn learned, and she gathered that they made the trip from Springfield to Lancaster three times a week.
When they reached Waterbury, Red Fox, who was now driving, swung off the Interstate and onto an older road. It was, his brother explained, a shortcut they used, since their destination was to the east of town and the road from the Interstate to the terminal was heavily traveled. "This way, we gain about half an hour," Grey Fox explained. Lyn didn't care; it was pouring down rain outside and she was glad to be sheltered from the rain and the wind, which was starting to increase.
They had been on the back road for about fifteen minutes when Ed, the older brother climbed into the sleeper compartment with her. Thinking he wanted to sleep, Lyn started to move to the seat he had just vacated. But before she could even get over him, he had wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his chest as he murmured: "That's what I like, a hot number."
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pressed her mouth to his, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he reached down and cupped her right ass-cheek in his big hand. Lyn sputtered and tried to free herself from his embrace.
She couldn't get free from him, but she did manage to twist her mouth from his. "Let go of me," she demanded.
"Why?" he replied.
"'Why?' " she echoed. "Because I haven't given you any indication I wanted to be pawed."
In the seat, Roger, the younger brother, laughed. "Girlie, when you stick your thumb out to a trucker, it means you're willing to put out."
He had started slowing the truck, pulling off the road. Lyn was aware that they were in desolate country, that they hadn't passed, or been passed by a car since going onto this highway.
"If you're not willing to give us what we want, we'll be glad to let you out right here."
"Yeah," Ed rasped, his hand still squeezing her ass, "after we strip you. We'll drop your clothes and bag somewhere down the road. With any luck, you'll stumble over them. But it's a twenty-mile walk to the next town from here. And you'll probably walk it all. This road gets about as much traffic as niggers get invitations to Klan meetings."
Lyn's heart sank. As dark and stormy as it was outside, she might not find her belongings if they threw them out of the truck. She'd be alone, abandoned, naked.
"Wh ... What do you want me to do?" she mumbled.
Ed released her. "Strip!" he said.
"What're you going to do to me afterwards?" Lyn asked fearfully as she caught the hem of the abreviated sweatshirt and reversed it as she lifted it over her head.
Both men gasped at the sight of her naked tits.
"You give us what we want, girlie," Roger assured her, "and we'll drop you on a main highway at Springfield. I mean," he continued, "we're reasonable guys, we don't want to cause you any trouble if we don't have to."
No, Lyn thought, you just want to use me. But she had no choice other than to let them use her. The alternative was more than she could bear to think about.
Sobbing, she opened her cut-offs and pushed them down her legs. It was cramped in the sleeper compartment and she had to twist around to get the denim shorts off. As she did so, Ed reached around her and closed his hands over her tits, then mashed his mouth to hers. His thick tongue drove between her lips as he forced her mouth open. The hands on her tits were heavy, the fingers digging into the resilient mounds.
Roger caught her bikini panties and dragged them down her hips and legs, dropping them in the relief driver's seat along with the rest of her clothing. Then he pushed her legs apart and thrust his hand into her crotch, slamming two fingers into her tender twat at the first opportunity.
Lyn wanted to scream, but her mouth was filled with Ed's tongue and all she could do was writhe in their cruel embrace as they pawed and probed her youthful body.
Ed dropped one of his hands from her tits and wormed it under her to cup her ass. As he twisted his tongue around hers, his hands flexed strongly against her tit and ass, until Lyn was sure she'd bear bruises for days afterward.
At the same time, Roger leaned forward and closed his mouth over the tit his brother had abandoned. His teeth ground against her firm flesh as he slashed his tongue across her nipple.
His fingers sawed in and out of her twat as he worked his other hand under her and closed it against her other ass-cheek. Tears ran down the teenager's face as the two brothers enjoyed her writhing, youthful body. Lyn squirmed, although not in an attempt to escape. Rather, her twisting motions were in an attempt to compensate for the pain that was coursing through her as a result of the harshness of their handling.
When Roger took his hand away from her ass, Lyn had a premonition of what he was going to do. In a moment, she heard the harsh rasping of a zipper being lowered and her fears were realized as the older man pushed her trim thighs apart.
"God," he breathed, as he lifted his face from her tit momentarily, "she's built fine."
"Yeah," his brother agreed. "Hurry up and let me at her."
Roger caught her by the legs and dragged her down the mattress until she was flat on her back. He stuffed a couple of firm pillows under her ass, elevating her hips and making her cunt more accessible to him. After spitting into his palm, he rubbed saliva onto the head of his cock, then used one hand to steer it to the dilated opening of her twat.
"Please, please," Lyn whimpered. She knew she wasn't ready to take his cock into her body. The way they had treated her had not turned her on in the least and her twat was still dry.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Roger slammed his hips forward, driving his large cock halfway into her sore twat.
"Christ," he moaned, "she's so tight I'll bet she's almost a cherry."
"Well, loosen her up some," Ed urged, tightening his grip on the tit he was still holding. Lyn sobbed louder as Roger drove his thick cock deeper into her tight, dry cunt-hole.
As Roger forced his cock farther into her twat, he returned his mouth to her tit and commenced grinding his teeth against her soft nipple.
"AAAIIEEEEEE!" Lyn screamed as he bit at her flesh. Her body jerked up involuntarily in response to the pain.
"Yeah, show some life," Ed whispered obscenely in her ear. At the same time, he wedged his hand into the crack between her ass-cheeks and commenced pressing a finger against her puckered asshole.
"Nooooooooo!" Lyn moaned as she felt his finger easing into her shitter. This was terrible! This was even worse than what happened to her this morning!
Roger's cock was embedded to the hilt in her twat. He drew it out until only the head of his thick organ was lodged within her, then he slammed the whole length of his cock back into her hole. The head of the massive cock slammed against her cervix and Lyn winced at the force of his entrance into her cunt.
Ed was still squeezing her tit and probing her asshole. Oh, Lyn prayed, don't let him want to put his cock there. Please let him be satisfied to screw me the regular way. Even in my mouth would be better than up my asshole.
He took his hand from her tit and caught her chin, forcing her to turn her head until she was looking at him. Once more, he mashed his lips to hers, pressing her lips back against her teeth as he drove his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the tobacco on his breath as he worked his mouth over hers, his tongue whipping against hers. And he returned his hand to her tit, pinching the nipple as hard as he could.
The thick cock was battering its way in and out of her clinging cunt, dragging along the sensitive membranes. "Fuck me back, bitch," Roger snarled, grinding his teeth harder against her nipple.
Lyn, out of fear, began to lift her hips to meet his as they slammed his cock into her snatch relentlessly.
"Yeah," the trucker moaned, "that's it, bitch, that's it. Move that ass."
Ed pulled his finger out of her asshole and Lyn heard his zipper being drawn down. Then he was yanking one of her hands down and wrapping her fingers around the hard shaft of his cock. Obediently, Lyn commenced to slide her hand up and down the length of his cock. That, at least, was something she was familiar with; about six months earlier, she had reached the stage where she gave her dates hand-jobs as a matter of course.
Despite her intention to merely submit to the two men's demands, the constant sawing of Roger's cock across her clit, as well as the action of the hand and mouth on her tits, was getting to Lyn. Now, as she heaved her cunt up to meet the incoming cock, she found, to her great distress, that she was growing wet in the pussy and discovering pleasing sensations as the cock rode into her twat.
Her hand picked up speed around Ed's cock and she commenced to suck on his tongue as he worked it around in her mouth. Of their own volition, her nipples congested and rose, until they were stiff buds at the center of her tits.
"NNNNNnnnnggghhh!" the fifteen-year-old girl moaned against Ed's mouth as she started working her hips from side to side.
Roger filled his mouth with as much of her tit as he could and sucked voraciously at the pliant mound. His belt buckle dug into the flesh of her belly as he drove his cock into her cunt, but the pain no longer caused her discomfort. Indeed, she found herself hoping that Ed would refrain from lowering his trousers when he fucked her. The rasping of the rough cloth against her thighs and belly was simply another stimulus. Lyn breathed through her flaring nostrils and humped her cunt up faster and with greater variety to the motion of her pelvis.
Roger lifted his head somewhat and pressed his lips to her throbbing nipple as Ed caught the other one between thumb and forefinger and squeezed it as he rolled it about on her tit.
From the way Ed was snorting as he French-kissed her, Lyn sensed her manual manipulation of his cock was getting him hot. Something told her that he'd be mad if she brought him off with her hand, so she released his cock and worked her fingers into his trousers, cupping and massaging his swollen balls gently as she fucked Roger back as hard as he was fucking her.
Suddenly, Roger ground his loins harder against her. Lyn felt his cock swelling inside of her cunt and then he was shooting his hot jism into the depths of her twat, his cock swelling and receding as he shot his wad.
Lyn, too, was on the verge of cumming. Please, she thought, want it now. Don't stop, don't stop fucking! Ohhhhhhhh, come on, fuck me just a little more, let me get off, too!
But he was already pulling his softening cock out of her cunt. Lyn sobbed again as he rolled to his side and lay against her, breathing heavily.
"You got to going pretty good there at the end, kid," he told her after a moment or so had passed and he'd controlled his breathing.
Another minute passed before he rolled over her and eased himself into the relief driver's seat. Ed pulled his mouth away from hers and removed her hand from his balls, then levered himself into the bunk beisde her. Both of his hands closed over her tits and Lyn threw her legs wide to receive him. The fever in her cunt had dropped somewhat, but she was still sure she could cum if he started fucking her hard.
"Please," she whimpered, reaching down to grab his cock and rub the bloated head along the swampy cleft of her pussy.
Ed was balanced on his elbows and knees, crouching over her. "Turn over," he rasped, releasing her tits.
"Noooooo," she moaned. "Not that. Not in my ass."
"I ain't no pervert," Ed snarled, slapping her across the cheek. "I just wanta fuck you dog-style."
Lyn wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but she knew she had to comply with his demand. Otherwise they'd throw her from the truck and drive off with her clothes and belongings. Whimpering and rubbing her smarting cheek, she rolled over, presenting her defenseless buttocks to him.
He caught her hips and raised her belly from the damp mattress, then eased his cock between her legs. The swollen knob slid up and down the cleft of her pussy, spreading the puffy lips apart as it moved.
"Put it in, girlie," Ed rasped against her ear as he reached under her and cupped her dangling tits in his harsh hands.
Lyn choked back a sob as she reached down and grasped his stiffened cock, then steered it towards the opening of her twat. Having to aid him in his use of her body was the most degrading thing that she could imagine. Even being forced to eat Joyce wasn't as bad as this, she told herself as she positioned the head of his cock at the dilated opening of her cunt-hole.
Once she had positioned his prick, Ed pushed forward slowly. "Get your hand away," he snarkled as his cock rode farther into her twat. Lyn hurriedly pulled her hand from her crotch, where she'd been fingering her clit.
He twisted and squeezed her tits, mauling them painfully as he sawed his cock in and out of her cunt. The teeth of his zipper and the embossed surface of his belt buckle bit into the tender flesh of her saucy ass as he slammed his cock in and out of her swampy cunt.
The helpless girl was forced to twist her head to one side to breathe as Ed curled over her body and plunged his cock into her cunt again and again. His hands raked at her tits, scratching them in his frenzy.
"Wiggle your ass, girlie, wiggle your ass," Ed commanded as he fucked her with long, hard thrusts.
Lyn, although she felt nothing but pain, complied, shaking and twisting her buttocks into his loins as he stroked his thick cock in and out of her cunt-hole.
"Good ass, girlie," Ed moaned against her ear. "You're real good ass."
His fingers were tugging and tweaking her nipples as he drove his cock in and out of her cunt. He was gasping and shuddering behind her and Lyn knew he was about to cum.
Then his cock was spewing its load into her twat, filling the tight channel with hot, sticky jism, which began to ooze out and trickle down her legs. Lyn moaned as Ed ground himself against her ass and his prick went limp inside of her flooded cunt.
It's not fair, she thought, neither of them cared whether I got anything out of it or not. All they wanted was a cunt to use.
Several minutes passed, with only their breathing filling the cab with sound. Then Roger spoke.
"Come on out of there, Ed. I'm ready again."
Oh, noooooo! Lyn thought. He can't mean that! They 're not going to keep taking turns fucking me. They 're not!
But as Ed left the sleeper compartment, Roger climbed back in. He rolled Lyn onto her back and fell atop her, driving his cock into her aching twat with one savage lunge. This time, however, he caught her thighs and lifted them. For a moment, Lyn was close to screaming in panic as she thought he was going to curl her into a ball, the way Willie had. But Roger crossed her calves over his back and plowed away at her twat and she found her fear leaving her as her swollen clit was again stimulated.
Then Ed started the truck and pulled it back onto the highway.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lyn moaned in relief as she realized that this was going to be the last time she was going to have to fuck either of them. I can do it, she told herself, I can survive this.
Indeed, as she humped her trim ass up each time Roger slid his cock into her cunt, she became convinced that she could do more than merely survive the experience. If he fucks me long enough, I'll cum. That'll make all this worthwhile, the girl told herself.
Roger reached under her and started kneading the taut flesh of her ass as his cock sawed in and out of her tight cunt. His mouth was back on her tits, sucking voraciously at them as he slammed his prick into her again and again.
On and on he fucked her, his cock riding effortlessly in and out of her clinging fuck-hole. Lyn twisted her hips about and tried to gain extra pleasure from the feeling of being invaded so relentlessly.
"Yeah, bitch, fuck me back, fuck me back," Roger gasped as she did her best to comply. His hands were digging into the flesh of her ass cruelly as he hammered away at her, his balls swinging forward to beat against her asshole each time he drove his cock to the hilt in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," the girl moaned as she felt herself growing more and more excited. She hated herself for responding to the way she was being used, but she couldn't help it. She was young and healthy and she had enjoyed what sex she'd known before this morning, so the stimulation of her body, harsh though it was, was getting to her. She ground her crotch to Roger's and tightened her legs around his body as he fucked her steadily.
Then she was there. Her body shuddered as pleasant sensations coursed through her from her cunt to the tips of her toes and the top of her head.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" she cried as she felt Roger start spurting his cum into her quivering cunt.
He lay above her, breathing hard. Finally, he rolled off of her and curled against the back of the compartment.
"Here, girlie," Ed said, handing her clothing to her. "Come sit down here and let him take a nap. He needs it."
Silently, Lynn dressed and did as she'd been told. Thank God, it was all over, she told herself. Nothing else was going to happen to her.
She had no way of knowing how wrong she was.