Chapter 1

The sound of subdued male voices awakened Felicia with a start. Forgetting the heat had caused her to sleep in only a pair of white panties, the sixteen-year-old girl sat upright in the sagging old army bunk. Still groggy from her exhausted slumber," she glanced around the tiny, nearly pitch-dark room. There was a tightening in her olive-skinned throat as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. She experienced a quickening of her heart before she awoke enough to realize she was in a filthy one-room migrant worker's cabin.

Just as Felicia was recalling with self-pity her first grueling day in the carrot fields of southeastern New Mexico, the door burst open and three shadowy figures behind glaring flashlights barged into the cabin.

An icy chill raced up Felicia's spine, and the nearly naked girl instinctively clutched the sheet over her bare, dark-tipped breasts. Outraged at the rude invasion of her privacy, she was still too shocked and frightened to do anything but stammer, "W-Who are you? What d-do you w-want?"

They crossed to her bed, their lights shining in her face and blinding her. A scream rose in her throat, but before she could get it out one of them had pounced onto her bunk, grabbed her and clamped a work-callused hand over her mouth.

The horror-stricken girl's heart thumped wildly. She struggled, losing the protective sheet and exposing her upturned breasts, winding up with a muscular body lying half atop her. The slap came unexpectedly, striking her sharply across the face.

"Simmer down!" the man atop her snapped. "The Sen-I mean, my boss wants to ask you a few questions."

"Are you the Gaucin girl?" came a husky voice from one of two men standing beside the bunk.

Felicia blinked up at the blinding lights and nodded fearfully. The hand had lifted from her mouth, but she hadn't caught her breath yet.

"Where's your papa?" the husky voice demanded.

The hand which had covered her mouth was lower now, slowly fondling her bare right breast. She gasped, cringing as she tried to twist her body and get her fleshy mound away from the searing contact. "Don't hurt me! Don't-"

"Knock it off!" the husky voice commanded.

Felicia was only slightly relieved when the man pawing her breast jerked his hand away. For though humiliated by the man's advances, a sudden warmth had surged through her body, and she felt a dampness between her thighs. The feeling had thrown her into a state of near panic.

"Your papa," the husky voice insisted. "Where is he, girl?"

"I, uh, d-don't know!" she whined.

"Maybe you'd better squeeze that pert little tit again," the husky voice suggested. "It might help her remember."

"My pleasure, boss," the man lying across Felicia replied, and he grasped her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tightening his grip on it before covering her entire breast with his eager hams.

"Noooh!" the terrified girl moaned. "Please! Oh, please don't!"

"Where's your old man, kid?" the man abusing her hissed.

"I-I-I-" Felicia sputtered. She was so stunned by the treatment that speech was impossible.

"That's enough," the husky voice ordered. "I think the little cunt will tell us what we want to know now, won't you, Miss Gaucin?"

"I-I d-don't know where Daddy is! Honest!" she wailed. "He t-took his sleeping bag and left be-before I went to bed!"

"Sleeping bag?" the man standing beside the husky-voiced one snapped. "What the hell does he want with a sleeping bag? He's got a bunk right here!"

"H-he doesn't sleep here," Felicia explained nervously. "There's only one room! He's my fa-father!"

The husky voice, which belonged to the leader of the three, demanded, "Why doesn't he sleep here? There's two goddamned bunks!"

"I t-told you," Felicia whimpered. "He's my father ... and he ... it would be indecent for us to sleep in the same room!"

"Do you hear that, boss?" the one standing beside the husky-voiced man asked. "I told you there was somethin' awful fishy about that sonofabitch. Gaucin ain't no farm laborer. He talks too smooth and asks too many questions! Did you ever hear of a migrant who wouldn't sleep in the cabin assigned to him?"

"I dunno," the leader drawled. "There's just him and the girl. Maybe he's a religious nut or something."

"Wouldn't make no difference to a farm hand," the other insisted. "Hellfire, they don't know no better. She's his kid!"

"Yeah," the husky voice intoned thoughtfully. Then the man who owned it squatted beside Felicia's bunk. He shined his flashlight right in her frightened face and held it close while he reached out with his free hand and slowly, lovingly massaged the firm globe of her quivering left breast.

Felicia sucked in her breath and expelled a low, soft moan. Her dark brown eyes, already wide with fear, grew larger yet. She had never been treated this way. She had never let her breasts be touched or seen by a male.

"Where is Marv Gaucin sleeping?" he asked, cupping the girl's spongy orb.

"Out-outside!" she gasped, squirming and blinking her eyes.

"Where outside?" he barked, sliding his hand down the soft, creamy, olive skin of Felicia's quivering midsection, pushing it between her belly and the side of the man holding her down, sliding it quickly inside her nylon panties and running his fingers over her sparsely haired mound.

The blatant action shocked the young girl, arousing her at the same time. She would have screamed if she could've found her voice. But she couldn't seem to form words or do anything except buck wildly and moan unintelligibly. The third man had grabbed her arms the instant she'd tried to strike the leader of the terrifying group.

"Ungh! Aargh!" she cried, a cold sweat breaking out on her thrashing form as she felt an insistent finger probing roughly between the moist labia of her orifice. Despite her disgust, she was stunned at the tingle of pleasure the insinuating finger caused.

"Who is your father?" the man demanded as he sank his finger into the tight ring of her quivering sex hole.

"M-Merv Gaucin!" she wailed, her supple body working like a furious snake in order to back herself off the impaling finger.

"What does he do? Where does he work? Who does he work for?"

Due to her physical turmoil, Felicia didn't even remember the story her father had told her to give. The unseen brute of a man whose face she hadn't seen continued to worm his thick finger into the sensitive slit between her thrashing legs. "He's a re-reporter!" she blurted, blowing Merv's cover. "F-For the Albuquerque Gazette!"

"Sonofabitch!" the man cursed, jabbing his finger deeper into the cringing girl, bringing a cry of pain from her when his fingertip was stopped abruptly by her maidenhead. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

"Aagh! A sto-story ... some ar-articles on-" Felicia bit her tongue and groaned, suddenly realizing that she'd said far too much already. It was too late to tell the lie about her father losing his small farm and having to become a migrant laborer to earn a living, but she couldn't let them get any more information out of her. She didn't dare. Her father had warned her to keep quiet about his true identity, and she feared his wrath almost as much as she feared the men who were now torturing her.

"The rest of it!" he hissed, finding a tiny opening in her hymen and pushing his fingertip into it. "Spill it!"

"Aargh!" Felicia yelled, the sharp pain in her loins causing her pretty face to become distorted.

The man forced his finger inward, stretching her virginal membrane to the limit, then tearing it partially when his knobby knuckle popped into her inner sex chamber.

"Ohhh! You're hu-hurting meee!" she screeched.

"Shut that up, you half-breed bitch!" the man who'd wrestled her down commanded, and slapped her again for emphasis.

Felicia chewed her lip and wished she could die. With every nerve in her tormented body she could feel the long, thick finger sliding jerkily into her defenseless vagina, where nothing had ever gone before. She held her breath and shivered uncontrollably, her hips and butt doing a frenzied but futile dance of resistance. Then she felt the man's hot palm pressing heavily over the spongy surface of her lightly haired pubic mound.

"Oh God!" she croaked, quaking violently and reeling with melange of shame and exciting pain. "Don't ... please! Don't do this to me!"

"What kind of articles does that Mex bastard think he's going to write?" the man who had her skewered with his finger raged.

"M-I ... I d-don't know!" the girl lied. "Oh, dear God! He d-didn't tell me ... my father ... he m-made me come with him! I ... I c-can't...." Felicia never finished her gasping sentence. The callous treatment to her body was more than she could bear, and she broke. Her fear-filled heart pounded in her heaving chest. Her head spun from the humiliation raging about inside her. She heaved a mournful groan and burst into a fit of uncontrollable sobbing, her body shuddering and quaking as hot, bitter tears cascaded down her twitching cheeks.

"Shit!" the husky-voiced man muttered. He pulled his finger from her moist crevice, backed his hand out of her white panties and stood up. "Stay here with her, Buck. Make sure the stupid little broad doesn't do anything foolish. We'll come back for you soon as we find that nosy Mexican and break his writing arm!"

"Can I have me a little fun with her, boss?" the man holding Felicia on the bunk asked hopefully.

"You do and I'll break your back," Buck's boss warned. "We're trying to prevent trouble, not cause it." He paused, then added, "Besides, Miss Gaucin is more my type than yours. She's got a bruised cherry up inside that tight little twat, and it'd better be there if I decide I want it later ... understand?"

"Sure, Boss," Buck replied solicitously. With nothing but his boss between him and prison, Buck had no choice. "I got your message. I was just asking is all."

Because of her sobbing, Felicia heard none of their brief conversation. Nor did she notice when the two who'd been standing slipped quietly from the cabin. It took about five minutes of serious crying before she could summon up enough courage to open her eyes again. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out a man's form, sitting at the foot of her bunk, smoking a cigarette. She glanced fearfully around the darkened cabin until she realized the other men had gone. The knowledge of their departure was welcome news, but she was very edgy. She couldn't figure out why two had left and one remained. Being alone in the cabin with one man somehow made her more nervous than ever. She had no way of knowing which one he was, but two of them had abused her and she feared the worst.

"Damned good thing you stopped that squallin'," Buck muttered. "It was getting on my nerves."

It was too dark for Felicia to see him clearly, but his silhouette looked young and powerful.

"Want a smoke?" he asked.

She shook her head and pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness.

"How about a drink? I got better'n half a pint."

"I don't drink," Felicia replied cautiously.

"I don't drink!" he said mockingly, and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a stiff slug before he lowered it again. He set the bottle down on the plank floor and picked up his flashlight, pointing it at Felicia before he clicked it on. "You're a pretty little thing," he said, as much to himself as to her.

The blaring light hurt her puffy eyes. Felicia gulped and turned her head.

"You had a white maw, didn't you?" he asked, holding the light on her.

The question galled Felicia. She put her hand up to ward off the harsh light.

"I asked you something!" he snarled, scooting up the bunk, slapping her hand down and training the light right into her face. "You think you're too good to talk to me? By God, you better not think that!"

"She was white," Felicia answered belatedly, because she was afraid of him.

"Yeah, I thought so," he said smugly, taking hold of the sheet and pulling down on it. "You look more white than Mex, but I knowed you was a breed right off. She dead?"

"No," she replied tersely, gripping the sheet and keeping it up around her neck.

"Where is she then?" he asked, pulling down harder, until the tops of her breasts appeared.

"I don't "know!" Felicia whined, using all her strength to keep her bosom from being exposed again.

"What the hell you mean, you don't know?" he slurred, pausing to twist the sheet around his fingers.

"She went away ... when I was very young," Felicia gasped, straining to keep the sheet over her. She didn't tell him her mother had deserted her and her father to run away with another man. She'd learned that only recently, and was too ashamed of it to tell anyone. And at the moment she was too concerned with keeping herself decent to continue talking. She was losing the sheet, and as it slipped from her gripping, blanched fingers she pleaded, "Don't! Please don't!"

He ripped the sheet completely off the bunk and flung it away, laughing and playing the flashlight beam over her as Felicia sucked in her breath and covered her chest with her arms and hands.

"Oh!" she gulped. "Don't hurt me again!"

"I ain't gonna hurt you. I just wanna look you over good is all, breed gal. Now, you put them arms down and let me have a look-see ... or I might get mad and forget I don't mean you no harm."

Felicia was frightened. She couldn't see the man, what with him hiding behind the bright light, and that made his request seem all the more lurid to her. Under the circumstances, refusal was fool-hardy, and she knew it. Even so, she couldn't force herself to lower her arms and allow him to look at her body.

The dilemma was solved for the petrified girl. Buck's free hand snaked out and grasped her left wrist. He kept the light trained on her as he lowered first one of her shaking arms to her side, then the other.

Wearing nothing but her plain, white nylon panties, the young girl sat with her legs straight out in front of her and her arms dangling limply at her sides, hanging her head in shame as the light moved up and down her olive-toned body. She wanted to scream out in indignation, but she didn't dare for fear he would do something worse than look at her. They had hurt her already, and she didn't want to be hurt again.

There was no one to turn to for help. Felicia had no idea where her father was. She was in southeastern New Mexico, miles from the police protection of the nearest town, on State Senator Hubert Scarboro's huge, sprawling farm. She longed to be back with her friends in Albuquerque, in the safe, middle-class neighborhood where she'd lived for as long as she could remember. She'd been angry with her father for making her come with him. Sometimes she thought she hated him, but now she didn't. Now she was nearly as worried about his safety as her own, and she felt like biting off her stupid tongue for blurting out that he was a reporter instead of the itinerant farm laborer he was pretending to be.

"Breed gal," the man said, bringing Felicia's troubled mind back to her immediate problem. "Skin them drawers off. I ain't seen a pussy in more'n a month."

Felicia recoiled as if he'd slapped her. Icy fingers of stark fear gripped her palpitating heart.

"Get 'em off, I said!"

He slapped her, but Felicia's sense of decency still wouldn't let her remove her panties. She put her hands over her face and shrank away from him, crying as bitterly as she had before.

"Shut that up!"

Too frightened to disobey, Felicia choked back her sobs as best she could. Then the light went off, and she held her breath. It started at her dimpled knees, a tickling sensation at first, then his rough hands began stroking her soft, smooth legs, moving higher and higher up her quivering thighs.

"Oh, God!" she cried, when he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and began tugging the flimsy garment down over her thrashing hips. "Don't! Ohh ... you mustn't do this to me!"

Again he only laughed at her, but not with amusement this time. His laughter was tense and tight, made so by the rush of nervous sexual desire swirling within him. With Felicia struggling, whining and sobbing and cringing, he wrestled her panties over her rounded buttocks and drew them down her shapely thighs. He jerked them over her flailing feet and stuffed them into her gaping mouth to silence her, the way he'd done with the young girl he'd been sent to prison for raping nearly five years earlier. Now as then, Buck's dominant trait emerged from its prison in the dark recesses of his lustful mind and plunged him into a flurry of brutish action. He ripped the hem off Felicia's pillow case, snapped the strip of doubled material in half and, slavering at the mouth, bound her slender wrists together and tied them to the bunk rail above her head. Then he stood beside the bunk, running the beam of light up and down her lovely, writhing form. His burgeoning penis strained achingly against the confining khaki trousers he had worn several days too long. His hand shaking uncontrollably, he unzipped his fly and allowed his throbbing organ to spring free. Deciding that what his boss didn't know couldn't possibly hurt him, Buck decided to indulge himself anyway. He was risking being sent back to prison, and he knew it. But it was worth the risk, for to Buck, this was sex in its most glorious form.

Holding his peter tightly, he stood by the bunk and gloated as he ran the light over his helpless young victim. The sight of her squirming, defenseless body combined with the piteous sounds of her fear and slammed thrillingly into his brain. It was too much for the sex-starved man to take. He groaned and sent jets of semen arching through the darkness, spraying the board floor beside Felicia's bunk with a heavy rain-like sound.

Although she could hear the masculine grunts and see the flashlight waving erratically, Felicia was too naive to know what it implied. Being naked and helpless mortified her and filled her with dread. Her mind reeled with all sorts of vivid, erotic thoughts. Then he sat down beside her, and Felicia fet faint.

His visually induced come hadn't reduced the throbbing intensity of his erection one bit. Buck was calmer now, but the mental quirk which had caused him to rape several girls in the past was still dominating his actions.

"Noom, noom!" she moaned through her nose, biting the panties he'd stuffed into her mouth and trying desperately to scoot away when she felt his coarse hand roaming boldly over the soft flesh of her heaving belly. But she couldn't evade him. With her hands tied to the head of the bunk, her movements were limited. She bucked and thrashed about, but his roughened hand kept exploring her softness all the while.

"Be still, goddamn you!" he cursed after several minutes of fondling her. He shined the light in her face so he could experience the bliss her insane fear gave him. Then he added a terrifying warning, "Or I'll cut you!"

Because of her physical exertion, Felicia was near exhaustion, and her fear increased tenfold as she pictured herself being slashed to death. It took the fight out of her instantly. She groaned and fell back to the sagging mattress, shivering violently as a flood of cold sweat drenched her entire body, leaving her olive-hued skin glistening wetly.

"Jesus, you're a sexy bitch!" he breathed, admiring the sunburst effect of her long, lustrous, jet-black hair fanning out around her deeply pillowed head. I may just wipe my cock and balls with her pretty hair after I get through fucking her, he thought to himself. He cleared his tight throat, then barked, "Spread them legs!"

Felicia was drained of her energy, but much as she feared sex, the prospect of being stabbed to death caused her to obey. Nearly strangling on her crushed modesty, she reluctantly began easing her lead-like legs apart.

"Wider!" he snapped, when she stopped with her tensed knees barely six inches apart.

Despite her intense fear, she couldn't do it. Felicia had opened herself to him as much as her inhibited mind would allow. Her mind had no control over the horny man's actions, though, and it screamed ineffectively in silent outrage as the work-roughened male hand finished spreading her trembling legs for her.

He opened Felicia until the backs of her knees were hanging on the edges of the mattress and her feet were dangling in space on each side of the bunk. Then he leaned over and put the flashlight scant inches from her parted sex split. With his head hovering over her quivering loins, so close she could feel his hot breath, he spread her hairy little vulva till he could see the enticing red, wet flesh within.

"Noooh! Oh, nooo!" Felicia moaned through her gag, and steeled herself for the pain she knew was coming.

It wasn't Buck's intention to hurt her, however, at least not just yet. He had himself more or less under control after his initial orgasm, and figuring there was plenty of time, he dallied over her delectable little pussy, running his fingers over it and dipping them cautiously into her moistening folds.

The hint of pleasure Felicia had experienced earlier was coming back again, only this time it was more obvious because there was no pain to override it. It felt the same as it sometimes did when she was sitting in a hot bath, washing herself down there with her fingers for too long. Only the man's fingers were rubbing harder and going deeper than she'd ever allowed hers to do.

A tingling sensation made itself known between her widespread legs. It was a familiar feeling. Felicia had always thought of it as a signal, a pleasant warning for her to stop washing herself down there. Believing it would be sinful to do otherwise, the young girl had always taken her fingers away and stopped washing her mound. But the man wasn't stopping. His fingers kept going over and into the tingling cleft which nestled half-hidden among the triangle of black curls covering her soft pubic area. He was ignoring the signal entirely, and Felicia suffered the result of his failure to heed what she considered to be a warning against self-abuse.

But she could say nothing, and her hands were secured to the bunk rail above her head, so she only whimpered. The tingling sensation increased rapidly, doubling in intensity as she felt his shameless fingers massaging and probing incessantly between her legs. The pleasant tingling soon developed into a hot prickling sensation, and she could feel herself becoming wet and slippery down there.

What Buck was doing to her felt good, and the longer he did it the better it got. But Felicia didn't want it to feel good. She wanted him to stop, because she knew it was sinful to feel any pleasure in her forbidden place. All her life she'd been taught to avoid sex at all costs, and doing so had cost her a couple of boy friends she'd liked very much. No one had ever told her in so many words that sex was dirty, but they hadn't needed to. Her grandmother Gaucin was dead now, but the old lady's attitude, as well as her parochial school education, toward anything sexual had rubbed off on the girl she'd reluctantly taken in when Felicia's mother had deserted her. Now her conscience was having a fit over the way her healthy young body was responding to Buck's fondling.

What's the matter with me? she moaned inwardly, her lips, teeth and tongue working desperately to get the nylon briefs out of her mouth so she could scream for help. She knew she had to do something, and fast, because the constant rubbing and shallow fingering was beginning to feel wonderful.

The sinful pleasure made her terribly guilty and ashamed, even though she knew it wasn't her fault. The simple realization that she enjoyed the sensations between her legs made her feel extremely threatened. Fearing her response to what she considered a perverted thrill even more than she feared the man giving it to her, Felicia lifted her legs back onto the bed and closed them tightly. Her intention was to stop the exciting hand from moving, and she accomplished this goal.

It didn't ease her problem one iota, however, because by then the lips of her plushy little pussy were puffed out poutingly. The folds of her sexual orifice glistened wetly from the substance his fingers had dipped out of her secreting pussy. He had rubbed a liberal coating of her slick girl juice all around the outer rim of her virginal opening, spreading it into the border of crisp, dark hair as well as over the smooth, swelling, light-brown labia which the hair surrounded.

Buck merely laughed as her legs came together and clenched his hand in the delightful vise she made of the satiny inner slopes of her moist upper thighs. He turned off the flashlight and set it on the floor, plunging the room into nearly total darkness. Light was no longer necessary. The sight of Felicia's genitals had been fascinating, but his urge to look was fulfilled. Now he intended to satisfy another and more demanding one-the urge to penetrate her and savor the sensations which nothing but the inside of a female body could impart to a hard dick.

With her lips pulling and her tongue pushing, Felicia had got the bulk of her crumpled nylon panties out of her mouth by the time the flashlight clicked off. Pressing her thighs as tightly together as she could, she blew the remainder of the flimsy white garment past her front teeth and opened her mouth to scream. Just then she felt the tip of his finger pressing into her slippery cleft. She sucked air down her shocked throat and filled her lungs to capacity.

The young girl felt so tight and hot on the inside that Buck forgot she was a virgin. He was breathing so hard he hadn't heard her ragged intake of breath. Thinking she still had the gag in her mouth, he rammed the full length of his finger into her. It parted her sensitive inner labia with no trouble at all. Then his rounded, short-nailed fingertip banged into her maidenhead, tore it a little more than his boss' finger had, and, taking the same path of least resistance, snapped to the side and sank into her through her enlarged hymenal opening. It raced up her snug, velvet tunnel and his sweaty palm clapped triumphantly over the shuddering girl's spongy mons.

The deep breath Felicia had intended for a scream rushed from her gaping mouth, sounding more like a croaking gurgle, and it was nowhere near loud enough to serve her as a call for help. She tried again. Quaking all over from the thrill his inrushing finger had sent shooting out from her aroused groin, she gulped more air and threw back her head to let out an earsplitting cry for help.

Buck was still unaware that his victim had spat out her gag. But he knew by her involuntary trembling that he was getting to her. His own excitement soared. Quickly he backed his sex-wetted finger out of her snug sheath and grasped with his thumb and forefinger the rapidly growing button at the top of her fluttering slit.

A multi-pronged spear of intense sexual pleasure was hurled up from Felicia's loins. It slammed into her brain and made her forget all about screaming. The air rushed from her lungs, sped up her straining throat and burst from her gaping mouth in a drawn-out groan.

Her body jerked, her legs fell open, and the delighted rapist intensified his efforts. Using two fingers, he drew back the folds of soft girl flesh from around her erect clitoris and began flicking the pea-size organ with the end of his thumb.

Thousands of flaming pleasure arrows flew the same spinal route the mind-numbing spear had taken a second earlier, and as they imbedded themselves into Felicia's stunned brain, she could do nothing but gasp.

Her dismayed conscience took up the scream she'd abandoned and the cry echoed stridently around in her spinning head. Felicia knew her conscience was right. But as if they had minds of their own, Felicia's quivering legs spread themselves wider.

"Nooh!" she moaned, and tried to clench her legs again. But the lines of communication were short-circuited somewhere between her conscience-stricken mind and her buoyant legs, which seemed to float even farther apart.

Buck now gave up the mild flicking and began alternately tweaking her fiery red little shaft and massaging its raw-nerved tip maddeningly with the ball of his finger.

Much to Felicia's consternation, she felt her body slipping completely out of her confused mind's control. "Ohhh ... oh, stop it!" she cried. "Don't dooo that ... nasty ... aaah!"

"I like the song you're singing," he chuckled, and rubbed the business end of her throbbing little nubble all the harder.

Felicia's mind flipped out right along with her shuddering, pleasure-soaked body. As her conscience faded back into nothingness, her pleasure-seeking id mushroomed and took over her mental reins. It was unbelievable to her that she alone was capable of suddenly feeling so utterly and deliciously sinful.

But it was she throwing back her head in abandonment, and it was her own voice calling out lasciviously, "Yesss ... do it ... oh, rub it harder! That feels so good! Oh, my ... goodness!"

He was using both hands on her now, batting her puffed-up man in the boat around with the index finger of his left hand and plunging the middle finger of his right in and out of her tight, dribbling vagina, his knuckles popping through the tiny opening which the rip in her hymen had provided.

"Do it f-faster!" she moaned, her belly rippling as she began undulating her hips. "Oh, I l-like that! Mmmm ... ohhh! G-God help me ... but I do!"

"Yeah," he muttered to himself as he pulled his finger from her fluttering pussy and swung around, climbing onto the bunk with her. He knelt between her twitching legs, with his pulsating penis protruding boldly through the open fly of his soiled khaki work pants. "If you liked my fingers, just wait till you feel this, breed gal!"

"W-What are y-you going to do?" Felicia gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly as she gaped up at his form looming above her in the darkness.

"Going to fuck you, baby!" he hissed, lowering himself onto her. He covered her eyes with his hands, so she couldn't get a good look at him, and let the full weight of his masculine body bear upon her.

"Nooh!" she moaned, shivering as she felt her soft breasts being mashed flat by his oppressive chest. Then she felt the rounded tip of his throbbing organ wedging between the blood-swollen lips of her juicy pussy, and she shuddered with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "D-Don't do that to meee!" she panted. "Oh, God ... noooh ... please, p-please!"

The heat from her steaming slot was irresistible. He knew that one thrust into her might get him sent back to prison, but he couldn't hold back. To him, she was nothing but a beautiful little half-Mex bitch whose cherry was just begging to be popped. Keeping his hands over her eyes, he pressed forward and inched the front portion of his bulging glans into her incredibly tight opening.

"Ohh, ohhh!" Felicia gasped as she felt the sleek head of his rampant cock boring its way into her. It felt good and hurt at the same time. Her body wanted him to put it inside her and her mind was too befuddled with lust to object.

"Christ, you're tight!" he groaned, straining to penetrate the nearly impossibly small ring of her yielding labia.

The bulk of his knob-like head had disappeared into the hair-rimmed pink crevice between Felicia's flailing legs. Her sex-slick outer lips, hot and spongy with desire, had parted eagerly and accepted the taut-skinned invader with little difficulty. Now the tip of his battering prick was attempting to bludgeon its way past her cuntal vestibule and violate her deeper chamber. The bright red tissue of her tautly stretched inner lips was holding him back, but weakening fast.

"Aargh!" Felicia cried, flinging her head about in bittersweet agony, making her small, helplessly bound hands into fists so tight that her nails bit into her soft palms. "You're t-tearing meee ... ohhh ... ahhh ... oh, dear God!"

Buck enjoyed her agony, and wasn't about to lunge into her and end it. He wanted to draw it out and hear her beg, so he applied pressure slowly but surely.

Felicia's vaginal guardians were being painfully dilated, but the lesser lips just outside the girl's secreting sheath were not being ripped, as she thought from the mass of tactile stimulation reaching her dazed brain. Her young pussy was stretching bit by jerky bit, accepting each millimeter of the rubbery penis he forced into her.

When the entire swollen head of his dick lay inside the moaning girl's body, soaking up the moist heat of her fluttering foyer, the door burst open and a man stuck his head inside the cabin.

"Let's go, Buck! We found Gaucin and took care of him. Did the girl give you any trouble?"

"Wait outside!" Buck snapped. His second load was boiling in his body-hugging testicles. The tip of his twitching cockhead lay snugly against Felicia's crescent-shaped maidenhead, and he was aching to ram through it and sink his turgid rod all the way into her heaving little belly.

"You crazy bastard!" the other man hissed as he snapped on his flashlight and saw what was going on. "Hub will have you sent back up! Get off that girl!"

"H-Help me!" Felicia screeched. "Stop him! Don't let h-him hurt me!"

"You fool!" the man warned as he charged toward the bunk. "A piece of tail isn't worth it! Hub wasn't kidding, Buck! He'll send you back to the pen!"

Buck paused a few seconds, sweating profusely as his mind did an hour's worth of thinking. "I ain't hurt her none, Jake," he whimpered, his hips swinging to and fro as he popped only his ballooning glans in and out of the portion of Felicia's tiny cunt he had already penetrated. "She's still got her cherry! Honest! You won't fink on me, will you?"

"M-Make him st-stoooppp!" Felicia wailed. "Oh, please!"

"Hurry up!" Jake whispered urgently, putting his hand over Felicia's mouth while Buck fucked his twitching glans in and out of her without further damaging her hymen. "Get your nuts off and let's go ... before the boss comes in here and catches you!"

With Jake urging him on, Buck couldn't grasp the brass ring he was so desperately straining for. The danger of being caught in the act his influential boss had forbidden him made it impossible for Buck to come in Felicia's contacting vulva.

It was his problem, though, not the girl's. When Jake had clapped his hand over her mouth, she had given up the last, slender hope of saving herself. The man's short, rapid-fire thrusts were driving his blood-bloated cockhead in and out of Felicia's tiny, hair-fringed opening at a furious rate of speed. It was like two halves of a clothing snap being tested for durability on a speeded-up machine. There was an unmistakable wet slushing sound each time the rounded knob sank into her, with an equally audible moist sucking noise when it retreated far enough to break the suction of her puffy, vibrating cunt-flesh.

The push-pull sensations caused by the large glans' constant motion was maddening to the helpless girl. Each entry and departure of the swollen bulb sent her unwanted pleasure a thrilling notch higher. Popping into her well-lubricated cuntal vestibule or jerking from it, his tufted coronal ridge stretched her resilient labia and caused them to tug incessantly at her throbbing pleasure button.

If Jake's hand hadn't been covering her mouth, Felicia would have screamed because of the intensity of her sexual bliss. Whereas her attacker couldn't attain the orgasm he wanted so badly, there was no way under the sun that Felicia could hold hers back. She didn't want it. In fact, as the swirling lust settled in her groin and gathered in force, building for the inevitable explosion, it scared the piss out of her.

Then her sex muscles clamped convulsively and shut off both her fear and the flow of yellow urine. She groaned mournfully into Jake's palm as the explosions of her first climax sent a violent tremor through her. Her sweat-dampened belly rippled and her insides spasmed rhythmically with the muted sounds of her bliss-heavy sobs ringing around the cabin. Her buttocks quivered and her heels beat erratically on the squeaking old bunk.

"Come on, Buck!" Jake snapped. "We got to go!"

"I didn't come yet, goddamn it!" Buck hissed, but he got off Felicia anyway, realizing it would take more time than he could afford for him to continue on to orgasm. He was standing beside the bunk before he discovered that the front of his trousers was sopping wet.

Felicia lay twitching and jerking on the bunk, sighing her bliss with one breath and moaning her shame with the next. Jake had his knife out and was cutting the bonds from her shaking hands.

"She pissed on me!" Buck raged. "Give me that knife! I'm going to cut her!"

"You crazy bastard!" Jake hissed, folding the knife and jamming it into his pocket. "You can't do that! We'd all hang! If you got to get even, piss on her ... but hurry!"

The idea of urinating all over the young girl instantly appealed to the enraged man. He took his rock-hard rod in hand and stepped to the side of the bed, aiming its head right at her face and straining to force out a stream of urine. It wouldn't flow, of course, because of his throbbing erection. Then Buck had an idea of his own which appealed to him even more than Jake's suggestion, and he acted on it at once.

He grasped his dong and began pumping his hand furiously up and down its full length. The orgasm denied him during his cautious screwing arrived within seconds as he gave his organ the kind of treatment it was more used to getting. His raucous laughter mixed with his animal grunts of relief while he aimed his cum-spewing dick down at Felicia and squirted jets of thick, white cream on her breasts and belly.

For a long time after the men had left, Felicia lay on her bunk agonizing over the pleasure the rape had given her. She finally got up and washed herself, turned down the mattress, put on a nightgown, then lay down and gave herself over to an uncontrollable fit of bitter crying.

The shame-racked girl was still awake when, nearly an hour later, her father stumbled into the cabin and turned on the light, a single bare bulb in the center of the cooking-grease-coated ceiling.

Felicia nearly choked on her flood of remorse when she saw how badly they had beaten her father. His left eye was swollen shut. His nose had been bleeding and his lips still were. She tried to convince herself that it was his fault for making her come along on his assignment, but it didn't work. Much as she wanted to blame him and hate him, she couldn't do it while he was suffering right before her frightened eyes.

Without speaking, she watched her father wash his bruised face and gingerly pat it dry with a towel. She tried to muster enough courage to tell him what she'd done, but she couldn't. Love, hate and fear mingled within her, and love ran second, with fear coming in first and sealing her soft lips. However, her love was strong enough to send a stab of fearful concern for her father's safety rushing through her when she saw him getting ready to leave the cabin again.

"Daddy," she called, swinging her legs over the side of her bunk and sitting up.

"I thought you were asleep," he said irritably.

"What happened to you?" her fear made her ask, so he wouldn't suspect that she'd given him away.

"My cover is blown," he muttered. "I must have said too much to some lousy informer. I got beat up and fired," he groaned. Then he added bitterly, "And all it took was one day!"

Her hopes lifted at the news that he'd been fired. Felicia asked guardedly, "Then we can go home?"

Stubbornly, Merv Gaucin shook his aching head. "No way. I dug up enough dirt today to learn there's plenty more. I don't have enough facts and figures to write my articles yet, but I will have in a few days."

Felicia longed to tell her father about the awful things which had been done to her. She was sure he would send her home if he knew. But she was too ashamed to tell him. Then it dawned on her. If he'd been fired, they would have to move off the sweat-shop farm. She asked, "Are we going to move into town? To a motel? I'd better get our things ready to go, hadn't I?"

He turned toward the door. "Go back to bed, Felicia. We're not moving anywhere tonight. In the morning ... well, we'll see." He opened the door.

"But they beat you up!" Felicia whined. "Stay here, Daddy. Sleep in the cabin tonight. I'm afraid."

He smiled unsurely. "It's me they're after. They won't bother you. They wouldn't dare."

II you only knew! she felt like screaming, but she said, "Sleep here anyway, Daddy. Please!"

"You're worried about me?" he asked dubiously.

"Yes," she answered, simply and honestly, because she was concerned over the safety of them both.

Merv almost said, I love you, Felicia, but he didn't. He and his daughter had never been close, and they rarely showed affection for each other. But her concern touched him, and he smiled a little more despite the pain it caused his bruised face. "Go to bed," he said, "and don't forget to lock the door this time."

"It doesn't lock," she said. "They must have given us the wrong key."

"Damnit," he muttered. "Well, then lean a chair against the door, with the back under the knob. Do you know what I mean?"

She nodded, and when he stepped into the doorway she shivered. "Daddy! Wait!"

"What is it, Felicia?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed at being called back.

"Don't sleep outside. They might beat you up again."

Again he smiled, even broader than before. "I'm not going to sleep just yet. Quit worrying about me. I've got to go somewhere."

"Where?"

"To see Elon Martinez. I need help and he can give it to me. After what happened tonight, I'm positive Scarboro has some filthy laundry hidden. It's my job to find it and give it a public airing. The chair, Felicia ... don't forget to brace it against the door."

She gulped. "I won't forget. But, Daddy ... Daddy, please be careful!"

Felicia thought she saw a tear forming in the corner of her father's eyes, but she couldn't be sure because he shut the door quickly and was gone. She wished with all her heart that she could go with him, and that they could keep on going till they reached their home in Albuquerque. She didn't want Merv to ask Mr. Martinez for help. Felicia was afraid his kind of help would only make things worse, because Elon Martinez was the local Chicano leader-and he was a very angry, militant man.