Chapter 3
"Hey baby, sweet lips, whatcha doin' out here all alone?"
Jacki wheeled around, holding her half-finished coke in one hand, staring at the three young men leaning against the front door to the burger stand.
"Are . . . are you talking to me?" she stammered, her eyes looking around for her girlfriend Patty. Patty had said she was going to go back inside to talk to the cute guy working behind the counter but now it was getting late and Jacki wanted to get back home.
"Ain't nobody else around, is there?" the tall, dark-headed stud said, hooking his thumbs around his Levi pant loops and rocking back and forth on his heels.
There were a few kids still inside the stand, but nowhere could she find her girlfriend. Jacki took another sip, backing away from the threesome. She had seen them around the schoolyard-hard cases, dropouts who were constantly being chased away by several of the faculty. There were stories around school that they'd even attacked some of the male teachers who confronted them!
"Seen you around school," the second stud said.
He was a little shorter than the first man, blond, his hair slicked down close to his skull. He sported a pair of those hideous wraparound punk sunglasses. He was smiling strangely at Jacki, a smile that made her shudder and want to take a bath. She knew what these animals were thinking about.
"I ... I don't know what you want, but please just leave me alone," she said, starting to turn around and walk from the stand. She'd just have to go home without Patty then, she just had to get away from these men!
"Hey, man, you ain't gonna leave us without sayin' nothing-no good by, nothin' like that?" the third man piped up.
"Shaddup, Jack. Man, the cunt thinks we're sacks of shit, right, baby?"
Couldn't anyone hear what was going on? Jacki quickened her pace, walking toward the parking lot where she saw several people. In a crowd she'd be safe.
"Hey, man, she's gettin' away. Our cunt's gettin' away, Jack."
"Come on, Bobby, let's teach 'er some respect. Show her how she's gotta treat us from now on," Jack said, running up to her.
Jacki had started to run, dropping her coke to the asphalt. She tried screaming, but the first boy, Rick, slipped one hand around her mouth and dragged her back from the burger stand and theater to a poorly lit part of the parking lot. Jacki struggled, jerking her hands up and clawing the fingers with her nails as she felt her heels pulled over the surface of the lot.
"Let's take 'er down by the old dump . . . you know, the one by the paint factory," Rick suggested as they pulled the helpless girl away from the fast food restaurant.
"Jacki? Jacki, where are you?"
It was Patty's voice! Oh God, God, why couldn't she have come out sooner? Now the boys were shoving her into the back of some old car. For a second Rick's hand slipped from her mouth and she managed to shriek out a cry. But the hand was back in a flash.
Bobby and Jack tumbled into the front and slammed the doors shut, rolling up the windows. Slowly they pulled from the lot, Rick making sure Jacki was pinned tightly against his body, his hands tightly wrapped around her mouth. Peering over the back of the front seat, she could see her friend peering around for her. Oh Patty, Patty why don't you look in this direction? If only she could break loose again for a second? If only . . .
But the boys were so strong, too strong for her to fight. Why had her mother insisted on her going out? She didn't want to bum around that evening. But her mother had said something about friends coming over and that she really wanted the home to herself. Jacki began to suspect something odd was happening at home, but she didn't question her mother. Instead she had phoned up Patty and the two of them had met and chatted endlessly for hours at the stand where Patty had flirted with that guy behind the counter. Bored, Jacki had insisted they leave, and was waiting outside for her friend to come out when the boys accosted her.
"Man, she's gonna be real good . . . good 'cause she don't want it . . . yet," Bobby said, his voice trembling with excitement.
Jacki knew what "it" was and struggled once more to break free. She was a virgin, untouched by a man. Her mother had made sure of that by constant surveillance. And yet these past few months her mother had been less strict, seeming to have something else on her mind.
"Ughhhhfffff Rick punched her hard in the belly, knocking the wind from her when she tried twisting away too hard. The blow stunned her into silence. Jacki went limp against the big stud, not daring to move even when she felt his fingers crawling over her thighs.
"We're here," Bobby said.
Jacki felt the car slowing. They were turning left, then bouncing along an uneven road.
Through the dirty window she saw tall wooden walls pass by. That must be the paint factory. There were only one or two dim lights illuminating the place. They kept rumbling down the dirt road, turning now right, now left until finally they came to a halt.
"Drag 'er inside, and she's mine first," Rick said, opening the back door and shoving the dazed teen out.
Jacki felt Bobby and Jack grab either arm, pulling her from the car toward a large, dark warehouse.
"Help, oh somebody help me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
But there was nothing around there. In the distance the blonde teenager heard the humming of machinery.
"Oh stop it . . . ughhh . . . stop it!"
Jacki begged and pleaded with her captors, twisting in Bobby's and Jack's grip. She stumbled several times, pitching forward, saved from falling on her face only by the boys' tight grip on her arms.
"Fucked up bitch," Jack growled, gripping her by the wrist so hard she thought he'd break the small bones.
"Yeah, fucked up in her head. But she's gonna really get fucked up between her legs," Bobby said, twisting her arm around.
"Ohhhhhhh ..."
Jacki half-twisted around, her head dropping to her chest as the tearing pain in her arm increased. Oh God! She thought he was trying to snap her arm out of its socket! Stopping, the girl struggled helplessly against the big stud, her knees buckling from the increased pain.
"Hey, man, get 'er inside fast! Don't want the cops spottin' nothin'," Rick warned, locking up his car.
They dragged the moaning girl past the piled-up boxes and empty paint cans to an old rusty door out back.
"Ain't nobody comes here. They even let the fuckin' night watchman go last month. Ain't nothin' to steal," Rick said, grinning down at the cringing girl.
"Oh don't . . . don't hurt me," Jacki pleaded, tears glistening in her eyes.
"We ain't gonna hurt you-too much," Jack said, pulling her through the doorway.
Jacki stumbled across into a large empty space. There was the smell of paint hanging in the air like an old musky perfume, but nothing else except a few old broken crates was in the large loading area. Rick was the last one to enter, shutting the rusty metal door hard behind him.
"Okay, man, let's see her stuff."
"Go away," Jacki pleaded.
"Ain't nowhere to go 'cept right there, between your legs," Jack said, dropping his grip and swatting her hard on the ass.
Bobby dropped his hold on her as well, stepping back and reaching down to rub his crotch. They were watching her the way a cat watches a cornered mouse. Slowly, the girl backed away from them, her arms raised and crossed tightly over her tits. She shook the loose blonde hair from her eyes, first looking at Rick, then moving toward Jack and Bobby. Jacki felt a shiver rush up and down her spine. Trapped! She was trapped! There was nothing in the world she could do to get away!
"Oh no, no, no," she muttered, shaking her head from side to side.
"Yeah, baby, we're gonna fuck you-all three of us!"
"You're . . . you're all crazy. This can't be happening ... it just can't be!"
Jacki blinked away the tears, her eyes widening as she looked around wildly for escape. There was nowhere to go. Behind her there was nothing but blackness. She'd kill herself tripping over something if she tried rushing in that direction. In front of her were those three boys. And between their legs-oh God-she could see those tell-tale bulges, signs of their cocks getting good and hard! "No!"
Rick was the first to jump toward her. She shrieked, dropping her hands to her sides. Closing her eyes, Jacki kept on screaming, praying to God someone would be walking by and hear her desperate cries.
"Shaddup!"
He was behind her again, sliding one hand over her mouth and wrapping the other tightly around her waist. He was dragging her back to the others. Jacki felt panic rising in her. Desperately she tried wheeling around, finally jabbing the young punk in the belly.
"Fuck!" he cried, nearly doubling over.
Jacki took advantage of his pain and wrestled free, bolting right for the door. Jack and Bobby were taken off-guard by her sudden will. If only she could get past them, she'd be on the street, shrieking and waving her arms! Surely someone would notice her before the boys got to her.
"Bitch!"
Jack grabbed hold of her wrist and wheeled her around with such force the girl thought she heard something pop in her right shoulder. She tripped, falling onto her knees and skinning them. Jacki was still screaming mindlessly, her mind whirling around in a torrent of terror. The big stud twisted her wrist completely around. The pain shot up like a hot arrow, making her elbow and shoulder socket throb with agony. Jacki gasped, the room blackening in front of her. Oh God, she was going to faint! And if she passed out God only knows what these beasts would do to her!
He let her go, raising his hand and clipping the side of her head with his right fist. The force of that swing knocked the teen to the floor. She sprawled forward, her legs kicking out to either side while one arm tucked under her belly.
"Oh no, no, no," she moaned, clawing futilely at the concrete floor.
"Bitch! Man, she's gonna pay for this, really fuckin' pay! Strip that little bitch," Rick howled from behind, his words accented by a spray of spittle.
"Yeah, strip the little slut," Bobby echoed, reaching down and starting to unbutton her blouse.
"Careful we don't rip nothin', man. We don't want the cunt to look like she's been fucked over when we drop 'er off," Jack advised.
Bobby agreed. The two young men worked quickly while Rick watched, sliding the belt from his pant loops and wrapping the buckled end around his knuckles. When she tried getting up from the floor after Jack had unbuckled her bra and slid it from her shoulders Bobby put the heel of his boot against her head, shoving her face back into the dirt.
"Yeah, bitch, you're gonna eat that shit, eat dirt baby," he growled.
Jacki groaned, terror-stricken, still only half-believing this was happening to her. There had been no warning, no indication her life was going to fall into this horrible sewer. One moment she was standing outside a hamburger stand impatiently waiting for her girlfriend, and the next she was being bundled off into a car by three strangers, them telling her all the terrible things they were going to do to her.
Someone was tugging at her skirt while another set of hands was unbuttoning the top button. She felt the material sliding over her thighs. They had taken everything off her except her panties. She shivered, hugging her arms against her sides, modestly trying to cover her tits from the boys' prying eyes.
"Look at that ass, man," Rick said, smacking his lips.
Jacki shuddered. She could feel their eyes tearing off the last piece of clothing she had.
And then she could feel them fondling her, feel their hands crawling all over her body, pinching and slapping her until one of them finally crawled between her legs and fucked her! Fucking! Just thinking of it made the attractive blonde teen shiver with terror. She drew her elbows in more tightly against her body and waited for the inevitable. "Oooooooofffffff!"
Fingers gripped the elastic waistband of her panties, tugging the briefs down, down over her plump ass. Jacki cried out again, drawing her knees together, trying to keep those awful boys from stripping her completely. But Rick drew one leg up and pressed the toe of his boot against the backs of her knees, kicking them apart.
"Oh God!"
She felt the smooth nylon slide over her thighs, then over her ankles and toes. Naked! She was stripped completely naked!
"Turn 'er over," Bobby said, taking the damp panties from Rick and smelling the narrow crotch panel. "Mmmmm, man, smell of pussy. I dig it," he muttered, licking his tongue over the smooth material.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Jack slipped the toe of his right boot under her shoulder and shoved up, rolling the terrified blonde girl onto her ass. Instinctively Jacki drew her upper arms over her tits while fanning the fingers of both hands over her pussy. She looked up through her curtaining hair and saw them all staring at her, staring like wolves about to devour their meal. Jacki felt a shiver of fear rush through her body, its icy fingers gripping her heart. It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe while she lay there on the hard, cold concrete floor.
"Man, oh man, can't take it, man, can't ..."
Bobby threw the panties down and dropped down next to her. Jacki let out a small cry, shrinking away from the big man.
"Ohhhhh baby, you got smooth skin, know that? Real nice," he said, tracing his fingers over her boyish hips.
Jacki was too terrified to answer. She lay there, hating his touch, yet unable to knock it away. His fingers were going up, up the soft curves of her thighs, across her navel, then down the other side. She tensed her finger around her cuntal mound. Oh God, God, was he going to touch her there? Yes. She felt those horrible fingers moving across her thighs, then up toward her pussy. He stopped for a moment, then pushed on up, knocking her hand away.
"Ohhhhh yeah, man, nice hot cunt." Jacki threw back her head, cinching her eyes shut while letting out a short, sharp cry of horror. A man was touching her cunt! Her mother had told her that only a husband could do things like that. Of course she had heard plenty of stories from the kids at school, and Jacki wasn't really sure if her mother was wrong or not. In any case, something like this was wrong-a man forcing himself on her! "No, no, no ... "
Bobby ignored her pleas, moving his fingers back and forth along the fuzzy crack, then cupping them, massaging the soft flesh gently.
"She's gettin' hot, I'll bet. Man, I'll bet she can't wait till I stick my cock into her," he growled, reaching around with his other hand and unzipping his pants.
"Hey, remember, man, I get first crack at that pussy," Rick warned.
Bobby finished unzipping his Levi's, straightening a bit to reach in and pull out his cock. "Yeah, yeah, I remember," he muttered, sinking one finger into her pussyhole up to the second joint.
Jacki gagged, her knees jerking up while her head snapped from side to side. Her face was a mask of pure torment, the eyes still cinched shut, her mouth a tight scar, the forehead wrinkled while the cheeks blushed red. Twice the frantic girl tried knocking that offensive hand from her cunt but Bobby held on firm, milking the rubbery cuntlips together, then sticking his finger in again and fucking her with it.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhhhh ..."
It was like nothing she had ever felt before! Oh, once or twice she had dared do something like that to herself. But then it was her finger, her fucking rhythm, and certainly she had never driven it in that deep before! He was almost touching her cherry! Instinctively Jacki knew that and tried edging her ass back to keep him from popping it!
"Ughhhh ..."
"Maybe she'd like it in the fuckin' mouth." "Wh-what?"
Before she could think, Bobby was straddling her body, his knees on her upper arms. Oh, the weight and resulting pain was terrible! Jacki's mouth twisted open and she let out a loud howl of agony, sobbing and begging the man to get off her. She jerked her ass from side to side, raising her knees, then letting them flop back down to the concrete floor.
Her back and shoulders ached from the pressure while her arms felt as if they were going to break. And when she looked up again Jacki saw a fat prick-a long, thick cock dangling in front of her face. That cockhead-that big, purple thing-was pulsing like something out of a science fiction flick.
And Bobby was moving his fingers up and down, saying something about her taking it in her mouth! He was leaning forward more and more, his voice becoming shaky while the smell of his crotch became worse and worse. Oh God, God, he was going to shove that cock in her mouth!