Chapter Two
I was bundled into the green sedan and the bitch got into my car. My car! I'm
not sure why but that bothered me a lot more than sitting nude in the back of
some rapist's car. What did she think she was doing, anyway? I love that car
and she has no right, no fuckin' right! In fact, that though alone got me
moving towards the door. I didn't think I'd make it with the big black man so
close, just out of reach in the front seat. But I got there and almost slammed
my head into the rolled up window. I was moving so quickly I hadn't noticed
that the car's back seats were modified just like a cop's patrol car: the door
handles had been removed! Unlike a real patrol car, though, there was no
dividing shield or screen between the front and the back seats. That made it
possible for the smack to the back of my head to come unabated. It didn't
really hurt but it surprised me badly enough to make me jump. The rapist was
looking at me with a sly smile on his face, making it clear that he allowed me
to reach the door and that he could have punched me unconscious if he had wanted
to. I felt total resignation once more and sat back in the seat, making a
pretty large mess on it as I did so. The rapist didn't seem to notice or he
didn't care.
I heard my car being started and looked up to see the bitch pulling back out
onto the road, closely followed by the sedan I was captive in. My breasts would
be clearly visible to any passing car and, since the windows were untinted, I
entertained the small possibility that my shameful condition would be readily
visible. I'd feel terrible exposing myself to strangers along the road but, if
it came to that, I'd do it quickly, hoping that the passing car would see it
before it was seen by the rapist. I didn't think too many people would have a
chance getting into a physical altercation with this huge hulk of a man but the
hope of someone trying was all I had to hold onto at the moment.
Both cars traveled quickly down the road in the same direction I had been going
(How long ago?) but they didn't speed. Indeed, it looked like they were content
with taking their time getting wherever they were taking me. And why were they
taking me anywhere? What had I done to deserve this? What was going to happen
to me when we got to our destination? Would I be raped again and killed, only
to be left along the side of the road for someone to happen across while
passing? This last thought brought new tears of fear from my eyes and I began
to panic.
There was nothing in the back of the sedan that remotely looked like a weapon I
could use. The ashtray had the place for a cigarette lighter but it wasn't in
its receptacle. The seat belts would be the best tool against the rapist,
especially if I could surprise him from behind. But checking all the belts,
there were none loose enough to remove nor long enough to use attached. All I
could do with one was break the side window if I were given the chance. But
that would be suicide while the car was moving, even as slowly as it was.
(Looking at the speedometer, I could see that we weren't really going all that
slowly after all. We were traveling about 50 miles per hour but it was hard to
tell from the passing terrain, which had given way to scrub brush, and dirt as
far as the eye could see. This last gave me some measure of comfort: they
couldn't take me anywhere I couldn't be easily seen. No matter what horrid
plans they had for me, any passing car'd see them if one came by.
Almost as if I had conjured it up, a small mirage separated itself from the heat
shimmers of the roadway, traveling towards us. Neither the bitch driving my car
not the rapist seemed too worried about it, though, and I started making plans
for "flashing" whomever passed us. I was still sitting on the right side of the
car! Damn! Of course, the car would pass on the left! I glanced at the thug
driving the sedan and he seemed content to stare at the back of my car leading
us. I took a small breath and released it. Then another. I was about as calm
as I was going to get so I began slowly scooting across the back seat, leaving a
smear as I slid my still leaking body along the soft material.
Shit! I'd forgotten about the car's rear view mirror until I could see the
rapist's face in it as clearly as he could see mine if he'd been looking! He
didn't seem to be and I was running out of time; the cars were converging at a
speed of at least 100 miles per hour (if the approaching car was only moving as
slowly as we were, and I doubted it).
I didn't really duck so much as cower from the image in the mirror, still
scooting along as slowly as I dared. I made it across when the approaching car
was so close I could see it had multiple people in it. A bit closer and I was
pretty sure they were guys. As luck would have it, they all seemed to be teens
as the final moments of their approach ticked off. This was the best I could
hope for: a bunch of horny teenage boys seeing a flash of my small but firm tits
should get their attention like a neon sign!
Timing was everything and I moved as soon as they started to pass my Mustang,
leaning toward the left window and pressing my bare chest against the glass.
The chill of the window nearly caught me by surprise but I suppressed a verbal
reaction and put on my best smile for the passing audience.
The rapist didn't seem to notice anything as they passed us with a blur but I
got a glimpse of the surprised look on the face of a passenger in the back seat
of the new-model Honda. Pulling my chest back from the glass, I risked a glance
at the driver once more but he still seemed oblivious. Now all I needed was a
bright young kid to put 2 and 2 together: what was a young topless white girl
doing the back of a sedan being driven by a huge black man? I tried to will him
to tell his buddies and have them discuss it until one brought out a cell phone.
I didn't bother looking out the back window. I knew they had seen me and they
had passed. It was only a fleeting hope that they'd confront my captors. I was
more concerned with them making a call as quickly as possible.
And not looking backwards, I was as surprised as the huge rapist to see that
they had turned around and were now hauling ass towards us from behind! The
black man frowned and looked back repeatedly using the rear view mirror. The
bitch in my car probably didn't know they were coming and wouldn't know until
they either started blowing their horn or trying to pass the sedan for another
look at my bare chest.
For the first time, the rapist looked unsure of himself and started muttering in
whatever his tongue was. And the car with the boys in it rapidly gained on us.
Now I was really starting to hope! Looking back that them, I could see the look
of determination on the driver's face and the look of cheerful confusion on the
front seat passenger's face. That raised a bit of a warning flag for me but
what could they really do to me? Overpower the rapist and his black bitch after
forcing them off the road? What then? Gang rape me? LOL! I almost laughed
out loud at that last thought. If they wanted me badly enough, I let them have
all they could do if they got me away from that monstrous cock in the front seat
of this car!
Then they were right behind us, almost close enough to bump us. The boys could
see me looking at them but I didn't know what to do but mouth the words 'help
me' and hope they got the message. They didn't. It was clear to me that they
wanted another good look at me but they didn't seem to understand what was going
on. How could they? These were probably mid-teen high school kids with all the
brains of a turtle. Grinning like idiots, they stayed right behind us, not
trying to pass yet, at least.
The huge black rapist was very concerned, though. He was concerned enough to
speed up a bit and close on my Mustang which had drifted about 10 car lengths in
front of us. The teens kept pace and I almost gathered myself on the back seat
to flash them again. Who knows what they might try to do for another peek? But
I thought of the rapist behind me and I remained seated, though looking
backwards all the while.
As we sped forward, the sedan closed to within a car length of my Mustang and
finally the bitch seemed to notice. I still couldn't tell if she saw the Honda
yet but she was clearly agitated at the rapid approach of the sedan. She must
has sensed sometime was amiss but she didn't slow down and all three cars
continued along the road less then 4 car lengths apart in a sort of weird
caravan.
The rapist broke the impasse with a long blow of the sedan's horn. The bitch
now knew there was something wrong and let my Mustang slow without hitting the
brakes, which would have caused all three cars to hit. We slowed as well and so
did the teens. They looked absolutely thrilled, probably thinking with their
shortsightedness that we were slowing or even stopping for their visual
pleasure. I didn't know if I should be happy or afraid as we all coasted slower
and slower.
The blinker of my Mustang came on and the bitch was indicating she was going to
pull over and stop. We didn't signal but also gently drifted towards the side
of the road. Then my worst fears were realized: the boys stayed in the middle
of the lane behind us all and even started moving towards the center, looking
for all the world as if they were just going to pass us gawking at my tits!
They did slow enough to pull alongside us and they all tried to have their faces
pressed against the windows on the right side of the Honda.
With a slight jolt, the sedan stopped behind the Mustang and the kids stopped
right beside us! The rapist was looking at them with a puzzled look on his face
but he could easily see me out the corner of his eye so I didn't move a muscle
but my breasts were again clearly visible through the left back window of the
sedan.
I could hear whooping and hollering as they all pointed and laughed it up, still
stopped next to us, now in the middle of the lane we'd just vacated. They
didn't notice the bitch approaching until she was right in front of their
Honda's right fender. Then they all stopped hollering as if they'd run out of
batteries. None of them moved as the bitch went right up the passenger window
of the Honda and motioned for them to open it. She spoke to them for a good
long time and I couldn't imagine how she was going to explain what was
happening.
In another moment, the bitch stepped away them and the Honda began moving slowly
forward again. It stopped in front of my Mustang, pulled completely off the
highway. What? Then it hit me: the bitch had a gun and was going to kill them
out here in the middle of nowhere! I started to scream for them to run when I
looked up and saw the rapist grinning back at me. Now I was really worried!
The Honda's door all opened and all four of the kids came out. And, yes, they
all looked like high schoolers. But I got a new impression as soon as I looked
at all of them at once: they weren't the kids I'd call scholars. No, indeedy!
These teens looked like the kind that probably stole the Honda and were
joy-riding in it! They talked briefly to the bitch again the surrounded the
back of the sedan where I was sitting. Now I was trying to cover my breasts
when I noticed they weren't trying to look at them. They were all looking at my
bare crotch! I gasped tried to cover everything at once. The rapist laughed
loudly and got out of the sedan. He joined the kids and the bitch outside the
back windows of the car were I was still trapped. Now completely panicked, I
looked from side to side and tried to shrink into the back seat.
I was looking towards the left side of the car when the door opened behind me.
I started to turn around but I was grabbed by the shoulders and slammed onto my
back. Still facing the left door, I saw it open as well and one of the boys
reached inside, grabbing both of my legs. My arms were pulled over my head and
the boy holding my legs let go of my right one, passing it to another boy
sitting in the front seat of the car. This new kid held it pinned against the
top of the front seatback, spreading my legs.
I couldn't believe this was happening! Not again! Not like this and on the
side of the road! I could hear the bitch laughing somewhere with the big black
rapist as the boy holding my left leg opened his pants while climbing on top of
me. I started screaming again and just knew I'd never stop. Someone grabbed my
thick black hair and pulled it hard enough to raise my chin away from the boy
settling himself over me while he grabbed at my petite breasts. I felt the hard
slam of his body against mine and his hard cock slipping through my still cummy,
well-lubricated pussy's lips. Still screaming, I closed my eyes as he started
raping me with all the energy of a young boy "getting some". He pulled at one
of my breasts while sucking hard on the nipple of the other, never slowing his
rapid pace. I could feel the sweat starting to form where our bodies banged
together and heard the boy grunting lustily as he rammed his prick as hard as he
could into my pussy. Trading his hand for his mouth, be started sucking the
other nipple while using the other breasts to pull himself forward and into me.
I didn't feel him cumming when he did but I heard the satisfied moaning while
the boy ground his cock around inside me, pulling open my pussy wherever he
leaned at the time. In a few more minutes, he pulled his limp prink from my
pussy and backed off my pinned body.
The second boy was just as energetic as the first but this one stared into my
face while raping me. He seemed to want to watch as my head bounced forward
with his every thrust, pounding his crotch against mine with a vengeance. The
only saving grace was that neither he nor the first boy was anywhere near as
large as the black man who had already raped me. The wet sloshing sound of his
body plunging in and out of my pussy was easy to hear over the other boys'
excited words of encouragement. And above it all, I could still hear the black
couple laughing and talking, obviously enjoying watching me gang raped by the
boys I'd hope would save me.
With a final push, the second boy held his twitching prick as far as it would go
into my body, still looking into my eyes but now grinning like a Cheshire cat.
He yanked his satisfied cock out and closed his pants while moving away from the
door of the car for another boy to gain access to my pussy. This third boy said
something to the fourth in the front seat of the sedan and they both talked with
hushed anticipation. My right legs was cramping from where it was being held
and I was immediately grateful when it's position was shifted, taking some of
the pressure off my aching calf.
Then to my horror, I figured out what they had been talking about! I begged
them not to do that, please don't do that! I know I started babbling and crying
all the more but nobody seemed all that concerned as my right leg was pulled
forward towards my head but still pinned against the seatback. The third boy
was bigger than the rest and his weight was impossible to resist as he climbed
into the car, pushing my left leg forward in a similar manner as the other.
Still begging and pleading, I felt the stiff cock rub against my very sore pussy
lips, parting them and slipping into me deeper than the first two boys. He
began his rape with a slow steady rhythm, very much like the black man had raped
me, slowly pulling in and out, seemingly savouring every wet fold of the
interior of my pussy.
He also stared into my eyes while riding me. But he didn't pound me like I
expected him to. Actually, he slowed his fucking and pulled his penis from my
pussy while it was still hard as iron. I looked back at him with fear and, sure
enough, he pushed my left leg even further forward, lifting my butt from the
back seat. I could feel cum running out of me and finding its way along my hips
and ass. I closed my eyes once more and waited for what I knew was coming. The
still ridged cock was rubbed again against my wet pussy and then pushed down
between my hips. I screamed 'no' even as the boy lay his entire weight into the
swift penetration of my widely splayed asshole. The cum from his slow fucking
made his passage into my ass like a hot knife through butter. But butter never
felt the kind of violent pain I felt then! I felt as though the wind was
knocked out of my lungs and I couldn't scream. The boy's eyes widened and he
leered at me as he hit as far as he could up my no longer virgin ass. Now the
pounding came and it succeeded in making me all but mute in horror and agony.
On and on he went, fucking my butt like there was no tomorrow. After a few
minutes, the terrible pain diminished I was left feeling nothing more than a
huge pressure and intense friction. The cum from the pussy rapes was still
running from above and it continued to lubricate both the raping cock and my
butt, making for lewd noises but saving my ass from any serious damage.
We never took our eyes from one another and I felt an almost comfortable
connection with this kid. I can't explain it. Maybe it was the same thing I
felt when giving my virginity to a boy in the yard of the high school after the
homecoming football game. I know I didn't start liking the rape but I didn't
really actively fight it as much as I fought all the others. And this boy
seemed to sense that. He rode me hard and deeply but it didn't seem like he was
trying to hurt me; it seemed as though he needed to fuck (like all teenage boys)
and he was willing to take it in a rape. But he wasn't doing anything more than
trying to cum in me. He wasn't in any hurry, though, and his rape lasted a lot
longer than I thought any teen could hold out from orgasm. He grunted every
time his thighs hit my upturned butt cheeks and he looked as though he were
enjoying this immensely.
Then it ended. He was yelling and I was yelling. He blasted wave after wave of
cum up my ass and I felt something akin to an orgasm myself, my pussy twitching
and my asshole clinching and clutching at his cock. I don't know if anyone else
noticed but I'm sure he did. He could see it in my eyes just as easily as I
could see it in his. He held his cock in me long after it had finished
ejaculating, pretending to still be in the throes of his orgasm. He brought his
face down to mine and I couldn't help but turn my head. He was still just
another rapist getting off fucking me even though we'd known it was more than
that. When his face came down into my hair, he whispered in my ear. I couldn't
hear him well and it was only as he was gently pulling his now limp prick from
my ass that I made out what he said: "I'm sorry but that was very, very good for
both of us, wasn't it?" Against everything in me, I nodded to him with my eyes
when he'd come all the way out of me and the slight narrowing of his eyes
confirmed that he got the message. But he looked down at the place he'd just
raped like everyone else and became nothing more than like the rest. But I
couldn't deny the strange thing that happened during that assault. It may have
been the turning point, the place where I fell away from myself. I still don't
really know.
And now it was down to the last boy. I was so exhausted by now that I didn't
even try to move my leg when he released it and moved to the back seat of the
sedan. He plopped himself down on me and I felt his cock jammed in my pussy.
This guy wasn't interested in looking at me while he got off. He just buried
his face in my hair (right where the last boy had when he whispered to me) and
slammed away. Nothing more than a male using a female body, he raped me with
gusto, changing his pace from time to time as though he wanted to get the
sensation of having multiple attacks. Thankfully, his penis (like all the other
boys') wasn't large enough to cause pain and it was easy to take his mindless
pumping. I did find myself resenting him for not even having the decency to see
the woman he was raping while doing it. I know this is strange but I felt
emotionally worse from that one boy than I did from all the others, including
the black man. How dare he just fuck me like he's masturbating! I wanted to
yell at him, telling him that he needed to see who he was hurting. But I
couldn't even bring myself to move. The person holding my arms released them
and I let them return to my sides. I didn't have any desire to hold this pig
but I didn't have enough desire to fight him, either. I just lay there and took
it, feeling the veins on his swollen prick as they passed between my lips.
Sometime during the rape, I turned my head away from the boy on top of me and
towards the seatback. I saw an arm casually hanging over the seat and looked up
to the boy who had anal raped me. He was sitting where nobody but I could see
his face. We again looked into each others eyes and, this time, even though he
was licking his lips watching me get fucked, he smiled at me in a way that was
comforting. I frowned at him and his smile faded a bit until I returned it
briefly. I knew there were people watching my face as I felt the cock screwing
my pussy and getting pleasure from it. So I made the smile look as much like a
grimace as possible but he seemed to once again get the message. His smile
returned brighter than ever and he nodded to me. I probably looked like I was
nodding back since I was being pushed and pulled for the satisfaction of the boy
inside me. Anyway, he stared into each other's eyes for the entire rest of the
last boy's rape. And as the cum was once again pumped into my pussy, I felt
myself blush but I didn't turn away from him. And while the boy grunted his
sperm out and into the place where I'd been raped so much in the last few hours,
the third boy blushed as well. I looked away from him reluctantly only when the
last boy pushed down on me to use my chest to get up. I was thoroughly
disgusted I know it showed on my face but the last punk just looked down at his
handywork as it dribbled from my body.
Nobody stopped me from sitting up and I glanced one last time at the third boy.
Again strangely, we smiled at each other and he got out of the car. I sat on
the soaked seat and faced forward, not trying to cover myself anymore. I didn't
hear the boys leave; I didn't want to. But I did hear the giggles of the bitch
as she climbed back into my beloved car and the big black bastard joined me in
the sedan. Someone had closed the door again but I wouldn't have tried to run.
Where would I go?
And as we pulled back out onto the highway, I noticed it was considerably darker
now. I was thankful it didn't show the mean bastard who had allowed me to me
used so much, so crudely, the shame on my face. No, I wasn't ashamed that he
had raped me or that I had been gang raped by the others. But I was ashamed
that I was smiling as I remembered the smiling rapist even though I still had no
idea where I was being taken, why I was being taken there, or what would
eventually become of me. That smile sustained me while we drove off into the
unknown.
