Chapter 2

She'd slept. Now she heard them, her kidnappers, in the next room ... laughing, clicking glasses. She shivered. The sun was almost gone, and the breeze, coming through the broken pane in the window, was cooler, soothing. Escape! she thought. The woods!

But her body ached. The tiny hole between her bruised thighs felt as if someone had hammered a railroad spike up her belly. Her titties were sore. And her head felt as if there were a rock band inside, with fourteen electric guitars and too many drums.

"Leave 'er sleep awhile."

Quickly Diane closed her eyes and forced her body rigid, as Sammy, despite Tony's words, came to the bedroom door and peered in. "Man!" breathed Sammy. "That's some piece, boss. I can feel her heat from here."

Diane felt the man's hungry eyes on her body. She wanted to cover herself, to hide the burning flesh Tony had left behind. But she dared not move. She commanded her body to be still. Her limbs trembled. Oh God! she thought. Her body was going to give her away ... make him know she wasn't asleep. And once they knew that, once Sammy and the others knew she was faking, they'd come in-perhaps all three at once-and she'd be forced to endure another horrible union. The thought made her tremble even more. Go away! she screamed mentally. Oh, please go away and leave me be!

As if having heard the girl's silent plea, Sammy said, "Guess you're right, boss. We'll leave 'er sleep for a while so she'll be nice 'n' sassy later. But, man! She sure is one fine piece of young pussy."

Breathless, unable to believe her good fortune, Diane squinted at the door. It was closing. Actually closing! Sammy was leaving the room and giving her the chance she needed to escape. She waited until the gruff laughter began anew. Then, moving cautiously, inch by inch, she gathered the shreds of clothing at the foot of the bed, covered herself, and moved silently to the small window.

"You hear something?" Tony set his glass down and glanced sharply toward the bedroom where the girl was supposed to be sleeping.

"Glass," replied Sammy.

Tony listened hard. The sound came again: the faint tinkle of shreds of glass falling to earth. The window! he thought, envisioning the broken pane in the next room. "Dumb bastard!" he roared, tipping the table and Sammy as he bolted from the chair. "What'd you close the goddamn door for?"

Tony stepped into the bedroom in time to see Diane's lovely leg disappear out the window. "Outside!" he called to Sammy. He hesitated a moment. Then, cursing his own stupidity for having left the girl alone, he followed her out into the deep green shadows of twilight. Again he hesitated, squinting into the near-darkness. He heard the rustling of bushes, the crunch of leaves underfoot. He crouched-the hunter stalking his prey-his cock growing hard in anticipation of what he would do once he got his hands on the lush little blonde with a cunt hotter and tighter than any he'd had before.

Heart racing, Diane found a pocket of brush and lay still. Oh, why hadn't she been more careful! she chastised herself. But she was so anxious to get oat the window, to escape, she'd forgotten the broken pane, and now, the highway, freedom, a mere few hundred yards away, they were after her.

She hugged the ground, tried not to breathe, to make herself small. She could imagine herself being found and dragged by the hair back to the cabin. What would they do to her? she wondered. Beat her? She could almost feel Tony's thick belt whapping cruelly against her quivering buttocks. And her tight little pussy. What horrible thing would Tony and the others do to it next?

An involuntary sob escaped her throat. She burrowed deeper into the cool crinkly leaves covering the ground. Yet despite her fear, the revulsion she felt, the excited butterflies were back in her belly. She could almost feel the hard length of a swipe up her hole ... rough hands kneading her breasts ... a muscular male body slamming furiously into her tender young flesh, making her moan and thrash, wanting more.

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a shiny black leather boot stomped down on her hand. "I got 'er, boss," hollered Sammy. "Over here."

Whimpering, Diane pulled her hand free, leaped up and tried to flee. But she had gone no more than three feet when two steel claws closed about her slim waist. "No! Oh, nooo!" she cried, striking out blindly.

"A fuckin' wild one, you are. Man!" Sammy pulled the girl hard against him. He trapped her arms, pressed his stiffening member into the torn minidress covering her buttocks. "What you wanna go 'n' run for? Huh? Sammy ain't gonna hurt you. All he wants is-" his hand dropped to her crotch-"this!"

"I won't. I wooooooon't!" Diane fought. But the arms holding her were too strong. And the fingers digging into her pussy were too insistent. Each time she tried to pull away, the fingers crept deeper. Up her tight cunthole. Raking her sore little clit. And the thing poking into her ass was growing harder and longer ... making her remember what it felt like to be taken.

"You let me go or...." she began as the bushes before her parted, and Tony, red-faced and breathless from the chase, appeared in the fading light. He laughed; a deep, totally masculine sound. Diane felt goosebumps break out on her skin. But she grew suddenly calm. His balls! she thought. She'd wait for him to step forward, and, as she'd done to the boy at school, the one who had tried to molest her on graduation night, she'd kick him so hard he'd double up and cry. She watched for her chance ... recalling how the boy at school enticed her into the corridor, where it was dark, began kissing and pawing her, and, when she didn't resist-happy because it was prom night, and wanting, despite herself, to be felt-had dug fingers into her pussy, as Sammy was doing, and refused to stop when she became frightened and asked him to.

Finally Tony stepped forward. "What she needs," he told Sammy, "is something to tire 'er out. Guess I was too gentle with 'er before."

Diane kicked. But Tony sidestepped and the toe of her high heel merely grazed his dungarees. He caught her ankle, lifted until pain knifed through her thigh. Now she wished she'd worn the shredded panties. For with her foot high, Sammy's arms about her waist supporting her weight, Tony could see her bare pussy, she knew. And the hungry look in his eyes told her he had no intention of waiting the few minutes it would take to drag her back to the cabin.

Lifting her leg even higher so that the other foot was forced off the ground, Tony caught Diane's other ankle and stood between the girl's trembling, gaped-open thighs. "How about it, Sammy? Think she can take both of us at the same time?"

"She'll take it 'n' like it, boss. I got a yen for 'er asshole, anyway."

Oh God! thought Diane, too horrified to speak. They were determined to kill her. They were going to use her young body until they grew tired of it, then toss her worthless carcass into a dark pit somewhere. But there was a more immediate danger. And for now she was more concerned with the dark little pit between her legs. For, as she watched, Tony stepped closer and began to grind the crotch of his coarse dungarees into her exposed sex. She felt the rough material bruising her cuntlips. "Please," she whispered, tightening her belly, wiggling back into the hardness poking the virgin crack of her ass.

Abruptly Tony released her ankles. For a moment Diane thought he was going to relent. Until he undid his fly and told Sammy, "You better get planted first."

"Maybe we better lay 'er down?" suggested Sammy.

"Fuck that!" Tony freed his long, stiff swipe, held it at the roots, and rubbed the swollen tip in the girl's white-blonde pussy hair. He reached for the neck of the dress Diane had managed to hold together with bobby pins. One swift yank parted the material.

Diane felt the night air on her breasts and belly. It was almost dark now. She saw Tony's brutally handsome face as a blur. She welcomed the night. She didn't want Tony to see her chewing her lip ... trying to hide what the smooth prick at her cunthole was doing to her insides. The soreness was suddenly gone. In its place was a burning emptiness ... a need, a desire. She fought the feeling. But it was no use. Her mind believed one thing, and her body, the hot little gateway into her belly, demanded another. "I'll kill you," she hissed, not wanting to give in. "I ... I'll wait 'til you're asleep and ... and ... and cut it off!"

Tony laughed. This hand closed tight on her left breast. His fingers twisted. "You're as hot as a firecracker," he growled. "Admit it, baby ... you dig a big cock in you. Yer fuckin' nipples're standing up like tin soldiers."

"You...!" Again Diane tried to kick him. But now he was standing too close and her thigh merely slid up the outside of his pantsleg. Almost as if she'd planned it that way: as if her leg were reaching to snake around his waist, making her wet cunt more accessible. "Let-me-GO!" she yelled.

"Bend 'er over," said Tony. "Get yer dick in 'er ass so's I can get some too."

"You bet!" breathed Sammy.

Diane felt the hand high on her back; felt herself being bent forward and the shredded dress being lifted off her plump buttocks. She tried to straighten up. But Tony grabbed a handful of her hair, held her head down, and rubbed his stiff swipe in her face. Then she felt the hot tip of the dick at her asshole. Her head reeled. Her heart became a pneumatic drill. The hands on her hips held her trapped, and the stiff thing, Sammy's meat dagger, began to cut its way past the silky tightness of her sphincters.

"Man! Manoman!" grunted Sammy ... pushing ... pushing. His cock seemed too big for the tiny brown hole. He gripped tighter, digging his fingers, his nails, into the soft white hips trying to inch away from his rod. He pulled back and thrusted. The head of his dick disappeared into the lovely tightness. "Oh, man! AHHH!"

The pain made Diane gasp. It felt as if someone were driving a giant redwood up her quivering behind. It went in, in. There seemed to be miles of it. And it seemed to take a lifetime to grind its way into the hot depths of her rectum. She twisted and strained ... trying to open wider ... to ease the friction of penetration. She began to pump back into his forward drives ... making herself slippery back there ... helping him enter. She stopped thinking, allowed her body to guide her. Her hips knew instinctively what to do to make the terrible thing less painful. Or was it something else her hips sought, she wondered. Something hot and sticky and liquid. Something she had experienced for the first time when Tony raped her.

With one mighty lunge, Sammy embedded the last inches of stiff dick in the girl's nipping rectum. "Oh, man, boss," he sighed. "You sure knew what you was doin' when we snatched this one. Chrissakes! She ... ahhh! All! She's even tighter back here than Greta."

"Nobody's tighter 'n Greta," said Tony.

"This one is. Man! Skeet's kid sister is good, boss. But this one's even better."

Tony scowled. "Greta'd scratch yer eyes out she heard you say that. But we'll compare when Skeet gets here. Right now-" he released Diane's hair, lifted her face until she stood straight-"I gotta get my joint up this one's hole or blast cum all over the forest."

Diane hardly heard the exchange. Her ears were ringing. She felt the manmeat in her rectum expand as the cheeks of her ass closed tight. "Owwwww!" she moaned, unable to decide whether it was pain or pleasure she was experiencing. But there was little time to consider. For now Tony was setting the knob of his weapon at the swollen mouth of her vulva. And as the dick in her ass retreated, beginning to piston, the cock at her pussy began to bore home.

"It ... it w-won't w-work this w-w-way," sobbed Diane.

"It'll work, girlie." Tony dug his fingers into the soft flesh at the back of her thighs ... below where Sammy's hands gripped her hips.

"Fuck it up her, boss," routed Sammy.

"It's too tight standing up," blurted Diane, feeling the pole up her behind grate in to the hilt, while the one in front-longer, harder, and more awesome, it seemed-began to penetrate. She balled her hands into fists and pounded inadequately at the broad chest of the brute forcefully taking her for the second time in as many hours.

Tony grunted and drove half the length of his prick up her forebelly. "That's it, baby," he breathed into her face. "Fight! I like it better when you struggle. Makes it harder gettin' in 'n' better when I get there."

Diane whimpered. She squatted and drew the long veiny thing in all the way. It was the only thing to do, she told herself. If she resisted, tried to ward him off, he'd "beat her, she knew, and have his own way in the end. But there was something inside her which continued to protest. Something which made her open one fist, and, as the last of the second big dick slipped into her body, drag her fingernails down the side of Tony's face.

A giant hand closed tight around her throat. "Wanna play, huh?" barked Tony. "See how you like this!" He squeezed-cutting off her air. The long dick in her tight little pussy pulled back, paused for a moment, then slammed what seemed to be three feet of thick throbbing steel up her pulsating vagina.

The treetops began to spin round and round in a Technicolor sky. And there were stars overhead. But that was impossible! Diane reasoned. It was too early for stars, and rainbows appeared only after storms. She felt herself sinking, blacking out. Then the hand was gone from her throat, slapping her face, pulling her back to the forest, and the two men, Tony and Sammy, and what they were doing to her trembling young body.

"Now fuck!" commanded Tony.

"Yeah! Move your pretty ass some or-" Sammy yanked hard on her hair.

Gulping air into her lungs, Diane complied. She wiggled her hips: tentatively at first, then faster-round and round like the Technicolor sky-as the sensations began to electrify her tiny hole. Her hands crept up Tony's chest, to his shoulders. Her breathing quickened, grew ragged. She closed her eyes, let her face fall forward, and began fucking herself-both hot wet holes-back and forth on the seesaw of hard meat butting heads within her two dripping channels.

"Jeez! Lookit her go!" Sammy released her hips. His hands glided up her rib cage, to her breasts. His fingers found the taut nipples. He placed his lips to her ear, nibbled the lobe. "Do it, honey," he whispered". "Keep that pretty ass workin' 'n' Sammy'll give you the best cumload ever."

Panting, unable to control herself now, Diane sawed her pelvis forward and back, off one cock and onto the other, back again. Her pussy, the curly blonde wedge everyone seemed to adore, was sopping wet and alive with exquisite sensations she'd never imagined existed. Her clitoris felt huge. And each time Tony pulled back, dragging the shaft of his swipe over the tiny pink button, pinwheels went off in her head. There was a flame in her belly somewhere between front and rear hole. And each time one or the other dick plowed, gliding smoothly now, meeting no resistance, more fuel was added.

She moaned and strained ... milking the pricks ... wanting more than anything to feel the hot liquid blast that would quench the fire. She wanted to raise her legs, to wrap her young thighs about Tony's waist, and fuck herself onto him that way. But that wouldn't do! she hastily reminded herself. She mustn't allow them-not Tony, not Sammy, not anyone-to see what she felt: mustn't acknowledge the wanton thing driving her hips, making her fiery cunthole contract and loosen, making her breath come in gasps, and making her forget where they were-rutting like animals in the damp woods-and that she was a prisoner, being forcefully taken by two armed thugs, who may, for all she knew, have killed Uncle John.

But she fucked. She threw her lower body wildly about, pressed herself into the rough hands squeezing her tender titties. She felt Tony's hands creep around to the plump cheeks of her ass, cup and knead the jiggly flesh while Sammy pistoned his stiff rod in and out of the hot little brown hole low in the crack between the sweet melons. She had always liked her cute bottom. It was round and soft, deep-clefted, and, when she wore tight slacks or shorts or a bathing suit, every male eye she passed devoured the natural swish of its perfect contours. But she had never before imagined the thrill center hidden within the twin velvet half moons she'd always thought of as merely a cushion to sit on and a means of locomotion.

Sammy hissed air through his teeth. His fingers became claws digging into her breasts. He pulled back until all but the fat tip of his joint was outside her body, then rammed and held himself buried ... grinding his cockhair against the pinched crack up her bottom.

"Oh! OH, NOOOOOO!" Diane couldn't help herself. She felt the pulsing deep in her rectum-the same delicious feeling she'd experienced when Tony emptied his sacs into her earlier-and didn't want it to end.

"Ah! Ah, motherfucker!" gasped Sammy, grinding so hard he left hair burns on her soft bottom.

Diane squealed. Because now Tony was popping off, too, filling her cunt with warm cream which was thicker and seemed to spurt from the glans of his cock with more force than the stuff oozing off in her rectum. And there was something breathless happening inside her. It began at the little pink button within her wet vulva, spread to her spine, and rocketed into her brain. It seeped down her thighs, to her knees, where the thrill turned to jelly.

Unable to stand, she squatted and let the two spitting swipes keep her from crumpling to the forest floor. She was coming, she knew. Orgasm! Her first! She'd read about it, heard about it from girls she knew who'd been fucking since hair first sprouted on their love mounds. But never, not in her wildest, giddy dreams, nor in the stories she'd heard, had she expected it to be so overwhelmingly, incredibly, intoxicatingly good.

"You brutes!" she cried ... struggling once more ... twisting and lashing out ... determined to conceal from her captors what was happening to her.

Tony cuffed her, once, twice, three times. "Fucking cunt bitch. Hold still 'til I finish!"

"Finish? Finish shit!" said Sammy. "I'm just gettin' started, boss. I got at least one, maybe more nuts ready to plant in this end."

Sobbing-partially from the stinging blows to her face, but mostly because she didn't understand what was happening to her-Diane submitted meekly to the four rough hands exploring every inch of her body. The two pricks deep in belly were only slightly less full since popping off. And as Tony and Sammy took turns feeling the plump halves of her ass, her tits, the damp white-blonde curls low on her belly, she felt the poles growing thick and anxious once more. She felt them begin to throb gently. She felt her pussy and asshole-as if possessing a mind of their own-begin to breathe and make ready for the pummeling to come.

Oh God! she thought. Make them hurry!