Chapter 2
In moments of high drama and rampant excitement, it is sometimes difficult to get priorities straight, and the most important thing to do as far as Mandy was concerned was to get Wilson's blood washed off her skin. The fact that she was stark naked in the parking lot of a roadside diner did not worry her quite so much as the idea of being covered with the sticky remnants of a man's life-blood, and she moved swiftly through the dark and switched on the garden hose.
It was a warm evening and the water felt good on her overheated body, cooling her half-shattered mind along with the surface temperature of her skin. She began to think again with relative clarity for the first time since Wilson had made her drink that whiskey. Krim was inside killing people, and he would undoubtedly tell the police - who were undoubtedly on their way- that he had done it for her. Since her clothing was scattered all over the room and she was huddling naked between two trucks in the parking lot, the police would probably stick her in prison as an accessory before, after or under the fact, and this was to be avoided at all costs.
"Max, there's something goin' on in there! I hear some guy screaming!" a deep voice said insistently, only a few feet away from where the naked teenager was huddled, and Mandy looked up in some alarm. On the side of the truck was printed in large green letters, "Universal Encyclopedia Company", and below that in more serious block print, "Knowledge is the Key to Success!" Inside the cab, there were two men, arguing.
"Yeah, and if we're still here when the fuzz shows up, we'll be here all night answering questions.
"But we ain't involved, so what can we tell the cops?" argued the man with the deep voice.
"And if we go back inside and look, then we will be involved and we'll have something to tell the cops, and we'll be here all night doing it. And if we don't get them fucking books into L.A. tonight, the boss'll have our asses!" the man called Max rejoined.
"All right, all right," the driver grumbled as duty won out over curiosity in his mind, and the truck's great motor fired into life. Mandy was still far too shaken by all that had happened to her in the past few minutes to be capable of rational thought, but the mention of cops coming sent shivers of fear down her naked back, and at all costs she wanted to be well away from Mother Truckers' Grill when the police arrived. Nor did the idea of walking back inside without a stitch of clothing appeal to her in the slightest. For all she knew, Krim had killed everybody by now and was knee-deep in mangled bodies, screaming in Bengali.
It could not be called a decision, because she never really thought about it, but as the Universal Encyclopedia truck began slowly moving out of the lot the girl agilely climbed up over the rail and pushed her way through the canvas into the back of the truck, hoping that there would be something there with which she could cover her nakedness. The truck swung out onto the open highway and the two drivers, Max and Ernie, settled down for the haul over to L.A., bitterly arguing about the comparative merits of the Green Bay Packers defensive line. Mandy crawled around silently in the back of the truck until she found a comfortable burlap bag on which to sit. It was itchy, but as soon as her nerves had settled, she would have to fashion some kind of dress out of it. But for the moment she surrendered her body to the comforting rhythm of the truck's vibration and tried to sort out in her mind everything that had happened to her.
They had always told her in the orphanage that she was pretty, and would attract men, but no one had ever suggested that she was a walking invitation to rape, and the knowledge that men's passions were that strong was new and horrifying. Even worse was the terrible way she had reacted to Wilson's lascivious, assault on her desire-provoking young body. All these things were to be avoided in the future, if possible, since she could not possibly go through life having men stick their cocks into her every time they felt like it, and then sailing off into magnificent orgasms when she should be screaming and wailing for her lost innocence. Particularly when there were people like Krim around who became very concerned about her lost innocence and were prepared to kill in order to avenge it. Mandy shivered as she recalled the deaths of the three men who had been debauching her helplessly vulnerable body, and decided that what she wanted was a calm peaceful life, with no more scenes like that. The radio clicked on in the cab and the two drivers, who had been arguing about MacArthur's strategy in the Korean War, fell silent as a newscaster's voice sputtered over the air waves, "... and the President announced that as a result of his recent trip to Outer Mongolia, a generation of peace for mankind was definitely just around the corner. Meanwhile, in related developments, a spokesman for the Air Force announced that two-hundred-million tons of bombs had been dropped yesterday on Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, South Vietnam and islands in the China Sea ..."
"Turn that fucking thing off," ordered Max, but Ernie disagreed, as usual, claiming that he wanted to hear if whatever had happened at the Mother Truckers' Grill had made the radio. It had.
"In local news tonight, we have preliminary reports of a slaughter on Interstate Number Nine. According to police, a youthful immigrant named Bangladesh apparently murdered the owner of a roadside restaurant and two friends, evidently in a dispute over a young woman, now missing from the scene of the crime. State Troopers are now searching for a teenage girl, approximately five foot five and one-hundred and fifteen pounds, with black hair and eyes, and a slightly oriental appearance. To aid in identification, police noted that the young woman is believed to be naked ..."
Ernie and Max went back to their original argument over whether or not they should have stayed at the diner and helped the police look for the naked accessory to the brutal murder of three upstanding local businessmen, and Mandy curled up on her burlap bag, her worst fears now confirmed. If a calm peaceful life was what she wanted, she was off to a bum start: wanted by the police and without a stitch of clothing to her name. A tear of self-pity seeping from her eye, she glanced around the back of the truck, irrationally hoping to find a suitcase full of woman's clothing, her size. Instead she found approximately seventy cardboard boxes, each containing a set of Universal Encyclopedias. Idly she reached into one which had come open, and pulled out Volume Three, Baltic to Brail, wondering if there was not some way she could fashion some underwear out of the torn pages.
The idea did not seem too promising. She could imagine herself walking down the street wearing a smart new mini-gown composed of the pages from Volume Three of the Universal Encyclopedia, and then encountering a playful breeze which would separate BENFREY, SIR THEODOR, from BENGALI, PROVINCE OF, permitting a perk naked little hippie to poke through the text. "It's the Oriental murderess of Interstate Number Nine!" someone would scream immediately, and she would be unmasked and carted off the the Women's House of Correction. No, the Universal Encyclopedia might be the key to success, but she would have to look elsewhere for her wardrobe.
Moving cautiously in the back of the swaying, bouncing truck, Mandy explored, prowling through countless crates of Universal Encyclopedias in search of something substantial to wear. There was nothing more than a flimsy curtain separating her from the driver's cabin of the truck where Max and Ernie were hotly disputing whether hippies should be executed on the spot by any public-spirited citizen or merely exiled to some remote Pacific Island which could then be used for the testing of atomic bombs. Behind Max, who was a short, slender man, about Mandy's own height and weight there was a suitcase which Mandy guessed accurately might contain clothing for times when they were forced to overnight in hotels. Behind Ernie, a big powerfully built man who was sprawled in the passenger seat, there was also a suitcase, but Emie was several sizes too big for her, and the suitcase looked too heavy to lift. Gently, she tugged at the handle and hoisted Max's suitcase out from behind the seat. It was difficult to manage and she inadvertently exposed herself momentarily in the driver's rear view mirror. Max immediately took his foot off the gas, guiding the truck into the right-hand lane, cutting off a Lincoln Continental he had been in the process of overtaking. As the Lincoln went into the ditch, Max cleared his throat timidly.
"Listen, Ernie, there's something I gotta tell you," he said in a strangled voice, peering into the rear-view mirror as Mandy disappeared into the darkness. "There's a naked girl in the back of our truck, and she just stole my suitcase!"
"When the fuck are you gonna learn to keep to one beer when we stop for lunch? For
Christ's Sakes! You almost creamed that car!"
"Ernie, now I don't expect you to take my word for it, but put your hand behind my seat and see if my suitcase is there, will you."
Ernie snarled irritably and fumbled in the dark.
"Funny, I put both bags in myself," he muttered. "What the hell do ya suppose happened to it?"
"I told ya, a naked girl, just took it!"
"Would you mind explaining to me what a naked girl is doing in the back of our truck? You know how the boss feels about hitchhikers!"
"Ernie, I bet she's the girl from the diner, the one we heard about on the radio," suggested Max brightly, craning his neck to see into the darkness in the back of the truck. "Hey, girl come on up and let's talk!"
Mandy was frantically trying to open the driver's suitcase, but it was apparently locked, and she looked up as he called to her over his shoulder, a deep forboding sense of impending doom hovering over her. Would they take her to the police?
"Oh ... I didn't mean to cause any trouble," she whimpered, badly frightened, but stepping unsteadily towards the front of the truck in instinctive obedience. "I was just wondering if I could possibly borrow some clothes.
I . .. uh .. . don't seem to have any."
Ernie pushed the curtain aside, his eyes widening with amazement as he watched the delectably voluptuous young girl come modestly towards them, one hand desperately trying to cover the tantalizing dark triangle of her pussy while the other fluttered nervously back and forth between her ripely succulent breasts as if she could not decide which of her two lush firm little nipples deserved the most protection. As she approached the two seats in the cab, Ernie reached out abruptly, seized the helpless girl by the wrist and dragged her roughly into his lap.
"Well, Max, look at what we got here!" he crowed triumphantly as Mandy's eyes flashed in terror. The drivers did not seem like bad men, but they were tough, hard-living knights of the highway, used to taking their fun where they could find it, and the unexpected pleasure of discovering a sumptuously naked girl in their truck was bound to have an unsettling effect upon them.
"Gee, Ernie, what'U we do with her?" the short slender man named Max wanted to know. "Well, the radio said the cops were looking for her," muttered Ernie with a sinister grin as his hand fondled Mandy's sensuous young breasts, his cock slowly hardening in his pants.
. "No ... please ... it was all a mistake!" the girl entreated him piteously. "Don't take me to the police."
"Then you'd better do what you're told," he instructed her cruelly, his hands still wandering obscenely over her naked body. "Me and Max are gonna have a little fun with you, girlie, and you're gonna be real nice to us, right?"
Mandy tried to think, as well as she could with the trucker's calloused hands swarming lustfully over her helplessly naked body. She was totally under the power of these two men and she needed their cooperation if she expected to get some clothing and possibly some money. If they wanted sex . . . well, she'd been through it all before with Mr. Wilson. Apparently men were always going to want sex from her. Particularly when she popped up out of nowhere stark naked. You've got no choice, she told herself, trying to crush what was left of her conscience. You couldn't fight them off if you tried. They might even give you some money . ..
But she found it impossible to concentrate on her thoughts. Beneath her Mandy could feel Ernie's long pulsating cock hardening into lascivious rigidity, and she realized that conscience or no conscience she was going to get it from this man right here in the front of a speeding truck and the best she could hope for was the Max would keep his eyes on the road long enough to avoid a fatal collision. Ernie's hands were exploring her now, and she twitched uncomfortably as his fingers deftly invaded the sensitive region of her genitals. For a long time he probed, grinning at her like the devil incarnate while his lewdly invading fingertips caressed the softly quivering petals of her vagina. Then, chuckling under his breath with perverted joy, his hand plunged even further between her outstretched legs, and a fingertip brushed obscenely across the tiny puckered hole of her virginal anus.
"Hmmmmm, nice and tight down here," he commented lewdly to his companion. "That's what I really like, baby! You ain't never had it in the ass before, have you?"
Suddenly the girl's body went rigid with shock and fear. What on earth was he talking about? Maybe animals did such things . . . but people? It was impossible!
"Come on Ernie, do something!" Max begged his partner sincerely. "We're gonna be in downtown L.A. in an hour, and we can't be fucking her in traffic!"
"Okay, baby, we'll forget about that sweet little asshole for awhile," Ernie decreed. "Right now I'd like a little action out of that lovely mouth of yours. Whatsa matter? I thought you Orientals went in big for that sorta thing!"
Mandy suddenly found herself being maneuvered down onto the floor of the cab as Ernie forced her into a kneeling position between his outstretched legs. She was too stunned by what was happening to her to think clearly, but in the back of her mind, she recalled Andrews boasting that he was going to take her in the mouth. He had never lived to do it, poor man, but now she understood that there was one more thing about men which she had never known before. It seemed that there were quite a few things they had not taught her in the orphanage.
Ernie's pants were open, and everytime the truck passed under one of the street lights along the side of the highway, a quick flood of light invaded the cab giving her a glimpse of the truck driver's penis. It was even bigger than Mel Wilson's had been, protruding obscenely from his pants like the massive trunk of a tree, and she watched with horror as he adjusted his clothes to reveal his two huge sperm-filled testicles.
No, it's impossible! she told herself in an agony of humiliation. No, it's not impossible, she contradicted herself almost immediately. If you expect to get out of this mess in one piece it had better not be impossible! The man was clean, and the strong odor of maleness which crept into her nostrils was not unpleasant, in fact, in a strange erotic way, the scent was almost arousing. Timidly, she curled her fingers around the shaft of his massive cock, hearing Ernie grunt with pleasure at the soft touch of her hands on his rigid flesh.
"Go on, baby, suck!" he commanded harshly, and she realized that there was no point in postponing the inevitable. It had to be done. She was not sure precisely how a woman went about this kind of thing, but she had learned enough about Ernie's personality in the past few minutes to guess that he would inform her if she did it wrong. Taking a deep breath, she touched the softly yielding moistness of her lips to the pulsating rigidity of his penis. The taste was pungent and salty. Experimentally, she kissed the bulging red glans, guessing that it was proper to start slowly and work up gradually to the moment when she accepted his hardened manhood into the sanctuary of her mouth. The truck-driver's hips began to flex slowly back and forth, and the inexperienced girl interpreted this as an encouraging sign. At least he had not hit her yet. Now bolder, she washed him with her tongue, teasing him lingeringly.
"Go to it baby!" Ernie congratulated her obscenely. "We'll make a cocksucker out of you yet."
Knowing that she was going to hate herself for this later, Mandy caressed the man's bulging testicles, feeling his two enormous cum-filled balls and realizing that her job was to suck that semen out of his body into hers. His cock jerked spasmodically as she took him into her mouth, closing her lips gently over the pulsating scarlet glans until it disappeared from view inside her hungry mouth. Now that she had thrown herself into the vilely perverted act, it seemed to be easier, and she felt her naked young body trembling wildly as some of Ernie's powerful lust communicated itself to her. My God, am I enjoying this? she asked herself in sudden panic. What kind of a woman am I, anyway? A whore? Is that what I've been all this time without knowing it?
"Concentrate," rumbled the truck driver menacingly, sensing that her mind was wandering from the task at hand. She responded actively to his command, opening her lips wide and sucking his bludgeoning rod further and further into the depths of her throat. At first she gagged, strangling as his meaty glans tickled her tonsils, but with a moment's practice; she quickly got the hang of it, learning to breathe on Ernie's backstrokes and control the gagging reflex whenever he plunged extra deeply into her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned in masochistic pleasure, realizing from his reactions that she had mastered the art and was now really doing it well. The man's straining instrument was getting hotter by the moment, and Mandy found it necessary to swallow continuously because of the semen which was seeping from the overstimulated glans. Instinctively, Mandy knew he was close to an orgasm, close to that awful moment when he would shoot his hot sticky cum into the depths of her throat. The thought repelled her, but at the same time she understood that his cumming into her virginal mouth was the logical result of what she was doing. It had to be! Knowing that it was inevitable, she suddenly found herself looking forward to the orgiastic moment, and working like a slave girl to make it happen. Ernie was really getting hot now, jerking his hips convulsively back and forth as he drove his inflated rod in and out of her cruelly stretched mouth while she sucked him off like a madwoman.
And then, finally, she got the reward he had in store for her! The truck driver's cock seemed to grow another inch or two, swelling up to unbelievable proportions, as the man seized her head in a death grip. He was fucking into her savagely now, skewering into her exhausted mouth as if it were merely another cunt, and mews and hums of submissively masochistic acceptance rumbled deep in Mandy's throat as the waves of warm sperm began to spurt furiously from the ejaculating glans, spewing obscenely into the back of her throat. He was in her so far now that she had the choice of swallowing his hot sticky cum or choking on it, and somehow she managed to get it down, her Adam's apple bouncing frantically as she drank the lust-inciting liquid from deep in his loins. Convulsively, insanely, the girl gulped as the cum seemed to spray eternally into the back of her throat, and as she milked him dry, she felt her body trembling with the savage lust he had inadvertently aroused within her. The taste of cum was like an aphrodisiac, and as his cock slowly wilted into uselessness, she found herself hoping desperately and irrationally that the other man would take her into the back of the truck and make love to her the regular way. God, she needed it bad!
But she was not destined to get it, at least not on this occasion.
"Man, that was like a million dollars!" proclaimed Ernie joyfully as he withdrew his glisteningly wilted cock from her ravaged mouth and pulled her back up onto his lap so that he could continue fondling her while he talked to Max.
"Hey, when do I get mine? Here, you take over the wheel."
"Nan, jus' stay where you are," ordered Ernie carelessly. "She can suck from any angle, can't you, kid?"
Abruptly, Mandy found herself stretched out on her stomach between the two drivers, her loins resting on Ernie's legs and her face thrust into Max's groin. The driver was all ready, his slender penis jutting out of his open fly. Supporting herself on her elbows, the girl resigned herself to the inevitable and went to work, closing her mouth lasciviously over Max's diminuative organ. After the session with Ernie, she was in good form, and she quickly brought the second driver to the brink of an orgasm, manipulating his balls with her hands while she sucked on him expertly with her talented lips.
Meanwhile, Ernie was feeling distinctly frisky again, and the girl groaned and winced as he twisted and played with the softly yielding spehere of her white half-moons, offered up to him like a pagan sacrifice. She might have been ready to enjoy even this humiliating indignity had the big trucker played with the weakly convulsing lips of her pussy, but perversely he seemed to prefer the tiny elastic opening of her anus.
Max came in record time, nearly involving them in a head-on collision as he collapsed groaning over the steering wheel and Mandy automatically gulped the delicate surge of cum which trickled into her mouth. Even in her limited experience with men, she was beginning to get the idea that Max was not the most masculine male she had ever met. But there was no time for a detailed consideration of the matter, since as she lay sprawled on their laps, Max's wilted cock still resting limply in her exhausted mouth, Ernie suddenly inserted the blunt tip of his index finger into the tempting little orifice of her rectum.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the presence of Max's flaccid cock in her mouth.
"Ernie, what the fuck are you doing?" Max demanded, disappointed that his pleasure had been so brief and envious of his more virile partner.
"I got my finger in the sweetest little asshole you ever saw," he reported, his voice positively rumbling with unnaturally perverted lust, and Mandy felt another shock run through her system as she felt that his penis was once again hard and erect. My God, how long did they intend to keep this up?
"Christ, Ernie, we're on the freeway!" exploded Max. "We'll be in downtown L.A. in five minutes and somebody'll see us!"
"All right, all right, I'll take her in back," Ernie decided quickly, lifting the frightened girl in his muscular arms and depositing her on a crate of Universal Encyclopedias, "But I'd hate myself forever if I didn't take advantage of an opportunity like this!"
"Who. . . what are you going to do?" quavered the girl as she retreated in terror to the rear of the truck, her dark oriental eyes widened with feat as she watched the lust-maddened driver climb over the seat and advance lasciviously toward her, his long, rejuvenated cock waving in front of him like a spear.
"Baby, I'm gonna give you your first lesson in ass-fucking," he told her succinctly, stroking his organ obscenely to keep his erection hard firm. Mandy took one quick look at his bulbous flesh-destroying cock, and knew with the sure savage instinct of a cornered jungle animal, that she was going to have to fight back or this monster would rip her to pieces trying to force that oversized cock into her unused anal passage. It had hurt bad enough when he put only his finger into her, and his extended, fully erected penis was ten-times thicker!
Seeing that she was prepared to resist, Ernie charged, hoping to overpower her with a massive display of force. It was not a wise decision because precisely at the same moment, Max found it necessary to swerve sharply to avoid hitting two teenagers who were idling along in a slow-moving Volkswagen, passing a marijuana cigarette back and forth between them. As the truck lurched, Ernie slid to the right, desperately seizing the tailgate to avoid being thrown out of the vehicle altogether. Then Max swerved back into the right-hand lane again to allow a Cadillac to overtake them, hitting a cavernous pot-hole in the center of the road. For a minute the entire truck seemed to launch itself into the air like a bomber struggling to clear the runway, and then it settled down to earth again. Without Ernie.
"Sorry about that, folks," called Max politely from the front, but only Mandy heard him.
Had the owner of the Volkswagen not been smoking pot, he might have avoided hitting the man who came tumbling out of the back of the Universal Encyclopedia truck but in his slightly dazed condition, he could not react fast enough. Ernie had only broken an arm and dislocated a shoulder falling out of the truck, but the VW rolled over his legs, crushing his bones into powder. He would still have lived to curse the day he first laid eyes on Mandy, but the back wheels of the VW sent his blood-covered body out into the opposite lane of traffic, where the owner of a 1959 Chevrolet had the honor of driving over Ernie's head.
A 1959 Chevrolet was never really much of a car, but it did the trick as far as Ernie was concerned.
At the corner of Elk Street and Murdock Avenue, Max brought the Universal Encyclopedia truck to a halt for thirty seconds waiting for a red light to change into green. The green flashed, after what seemed to be an unusually long wait, and Max mechanically put the truck into first gear, and rolled forward.
"Hey, Ernie, you got it in yet?" he called cheerfully, but his time no one heard him at all, since Mandy had slipped nakedly over the tailgate, carrying Max's suitcase and Volume Three of the Universal Encyclopedia, and darted quickly into a dark alley which led to the service entrance of the Willowing Heights Hotel. Max assumed that Ernie was in one of his moods, and began to whistle softly as he maneuvered the truck through the late-evening traffic.