When his nipples pressed hard into her erect ones, that was all the extra stimulation she needed.
She came, hard and heavy. Her entire body shook as if she was trapped by a giant animal and it was shaking her. She couldn't control her body any longer.
Her hips shot back in a vain attempt to stuff even more of Keith's cock up her ass. She lowered herself down even more, ignoring the agony rocketing into her already stretched-to-the-limit cunt, to be able to take more of Vic's cock up her twat. And she reached up and cupped her own boobs. The feel of her fingers pressing the marble hard nipples down into marshmallowy tit did it.
She came again. And again. And again.
'Goddamn, man, she's a human machine gun!' cried Keith. 'She's milkin' my prick but good with that hot ass of hers!'
She was buffeted back and far between the two men. There was no way of stopping herself. She needed all the cock she could get. It didn't matter to her if it was up her cunt or her ass.
Then she felt a subtle change in the tempo of the fucking. The two men were growing closer and closer to the point where they couldn't control themselves. Their bodies were slowly taking over, making the fucking into an instinctual act.
'Gotta fuck, gotta fuck!' moaned Keith as his cock hammered into her fleshy ass.
Vic was panting and sweat poured off his face. Vicki felt drops of that sweat dribble down onto the top of her boobs. When it ran off the tips, it tickled and aroused her even more. She couldn't hold back when she came again.
This was the final straw for the two men. Her cunt had contracted and squeezed down powerfully on Vic's cock. The man's body exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking. Before she knew what was happening, Keith was doing the same thing.
Their climaxes weren't far behind.
'God, I… I can feel your cock through her guts,' moaned out Vic. 'It's rubbing against my firkin' cock!'
'Go to it, man. Fuck her harder! It's makin' me feel damned good!'
And the girl was trapped in an erotic sandwich between the two truckers as their cocks erupted. She felt the liquid surge into her ass as Keith came, his fuck stick spewing forth creamy white come. And Vic's cock wasn't far behind. He was flung her twat to overflowing with his come once more.
She abandoned herself to the sensations ripping her apart. The way her cunt was stretched all out of shape made her hurt. But it was a surprisingly good hurt.
She came again as she felt Vic's bush rub against her clit.
And then she passed out, remembering nothing but the two long cocks digging deep into her tender asshole and cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
She was alone. She was screaming her lungs out and she was all alone in the back of the cab. Frantic, she looked around for her clothes. They were gone. Her knapsack containing her spare clothing was gone, too. The truckers had taken everything.
Never had the teenager hated herself more. She could have done nothing against the powerful men. She knew that intellectually. But emotionally she kept telling herself that she could have done something – anything – to have prevented the multiple rapes.
She began sobbing. The tease trickled down her cheeks and left salty trails to mark their passing. Then she realized it wouldn't do to simply sit here and pity herself.
She was alone. That meant she could escape.
Stark, bare-ass naked, true, but the humiliation of that was far better than staying here. There was no telling what Keith and Vic would do to her if they came back. She'd been in a dazed sleep for how long?
Vicki simply couldn't guess. They'd even taken her cheap wristwatch. But she knew one thing – it was long enough for both men to get their hardons back. They would rape her again and again.
The pain in her asshole and cunt told her that she wouldn't be able to stand this again. She would be sore for a month and walk bowlegged after the fuckings they'd already dished out to her. She wanted nothing there to do with them.
Turning them into the cops wouldn't do, either. That would land her in jail – and that would mean she'd be on her way back to her daddy and brother.
She didn't want to see them again; the reasons for running away from home were still there. She shuddered at the thought of the homecoming she could expect from her loving daddy and her brother.
Her daddy would insist on fucking her all night long. And then, when he finally dozed off, Jack would come in and make her suck him hard. And then she'd have to take his cock all the way up her shit chute. He would butt fuck her until she could no longer stand.
No, it wasn't any benefit to her to turn in Vic and Keith to the cops. Not if she would have to go home.
Vicki looked around trying to find something she could wrap around her cold, naked body. She was shivering so badly, her flesh was completely covered with ripply gooseflesh. Even her boobs were covered, making the nipples stand rigid like accusing fingers.
There wasn't anything she could use. And if she tried running bare ass naked, she would be caught and maybe punished severely for it.
Then the option of running was closed to her. Keith came back to the cab, wearing a big smile that split his face from corner to corner.
'Hey, the little white assed chickie is up and around. Good. YQU just come on out here, now!'
'Go to hell,' she mumbled.
And then felt a strong hand clamp on her arm and forcefully drag her outside.
'Don't you go givin' me no backtalk, you stupid bitch,' he said. There wasn't a hint of humor in his voice or manner. Vicki only shivered more, trying to hide her nakedness from the man.
Oblivious to her plight, Keith dragged her along to the roadside rest area where his truck was parked, idling noisily. A long, sleek black limousine was pulled in. Other than this, the place was empty for as many miles in every direction that Vicki could see.
'Into the car, cunt,' he said.
She opened the door and got in. She felt his heavy hand on her ass, urging her forward. She climbed into the back seat and sat on the very edge, still trying to hide her young body. It was a losing proposition. Her tits managed to peek out from behind her arm, as did the thick thatch of her pussy fur.
The man seated in the car looked at her. She felt a thrill of fear race along her spine. The man didn't have warm, human eyes. These were chips of ice. Or polished steel. A pale blue, they betrayed no hint of human feelings.
She knew she was in one hell of a mess now.
Vic was saying to the man, 'Prime cut, sir. Quality lay. Keith and me, we checked that out already.' He smirked as he looked at the teenager.
'I don't want damaged merchandise.'
'Nothing hurt, sir. Not one little piece of skin peeled off, even. First class, sir. Worth at least a thou.'
Then Vicki realized what was going on. Vic and Keith were trying to sell her to this man! She had heard of white slavery but it had always been something of a joke to her. No one really was sold like a side of beef these days. That was scare stuff used to make sordid headlines.
But this wasn't any scare stuff made up by someone with an overactive imagination. This was for real.
'A thousand dollars,' the man said in a low voice. 'No, I don't think she is worth that.'
'Hell, Mr. Valentine, check her out. Go fuck her or something. See how tight her cunt is. Shit, if I didn't know first hand, I'd have thought she was a virgin. Her cunt's that tight, I gotta tell you. Prime stuff, here, really prime!'
Mr. Valentine turned his living-dead eyes on the girl again. He didn't seem to register anything. Finally, he said, 'I'll accept your offer. And if she isn't satisfying enough, you may keep her.'
