Chapter 15

Charity awoke, groggily, to find herself lying on a bed. The ceiling swam into focus, first, then gradually, the room began to take on substance and outline; finally, she could assess what her senses told her: She was nude on the bed. The four men, drivers and co-drivers of the two trucks were in the room with her. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, nearest her, a glass in his hand, smiling, lewdly, down at her nakedness. Brad sat on the foot of the bed smoking a cigarette. Lounging at ease, just taking a long draught from his glass, Pete sat in a gaily upholstered chair. Matt sat on a straight chair leaned back against the wall.

"She's waking up!" Jeff warned.

"Christ! It's about time!" Matt commented.

Her eyes fluttered open wide, then, and she looked around the room, alarm and fear surging through her. All four men were watching her, avidly.

She struggled to sit up. "Wh-What... ?" she managed, a scream rising to her throat.

Jeff's hand went tight over her mouth. He hissed down at her. "Not a peep out of you!"

Rolling her head from side to side, she tried to escape his restraining hand; then, as she tried to use her hands to tug his hand away from her mouth, her wrists were seized in dual, stronghanded imprisonment.

"Hold her, tight!" Jeff grunted.

Charity heaved up against him, lashing out with a knee at the same time. Likewise, now, her ankles were grabbed and held in strong hands. She lay spread-eagle, held immobile by four men, Jeff's hand still clapped, tightly, over her mouth.

"Now, you little bitch!" Jeff panted. "We're not going to hurt you... unless we have to! We're just going to have us a little gang fuck... with you!"

She tried vainly to escape their tight handholds on her.

Jeff went on, "No use to try to get away! Now, all you have to do is cooperate! Make up your mind to that... and you'll be all right! You know what we want!?"

Charity stared in disbelief up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy. My God! F-Four of them!

"You understand what I'm saying?"

Her head wagged in the affirmative, and he added, "All four of us are going to gang fuck you... one way or another... and whether you cooperate or not!"

Desperately, she thrashed arms, legs and head, in another futile attempt to gain her freedom. They held her tight and let her struggle against them for several moments.

"Goddamn... we'll have to tie her and gag her!" she heard Matt say who was holding one of her legs.

"Okay! Bitch! You asked for it! Tie her up... and get something to gag her with!" Jeff ordered.

Pete's voice, now, louder than the others, gained their attention, "Christ! Fucking a woman that's tied up isn't much fun! You don't know yet whether she'll cooperate or not... ask her... then let her answer! She can't answer with your hand over her mouth!"

"Okay... go ahead, smart-ass... ask her, yourself!" Jeff grunted.

"Listen, Doll," Pete said, close to her ear, "you know what's going to happen to you, one way or another, don't you?"

Charity shook her head up and down, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew! The prospect frightened her, beyond all reason, but she didn't want to be tied up. That was even worse!

He went on, "If we don't tie you up... will you play ball with us... don't yell... or try to make a break for it!

It was a minuscule alternative. No matter what she did, what she agreed to do... or not do, she was going to be subjected to the sexual desires of all four of them... at the same time! My God... how could I ever do it? Four men... at the same time... i-it would k-kill me! Then, one of the men--it must have been Matt, she decided--ran his hand, gently and sinuously up her thighs, and, unerringly, drew a moist finger through the coral furrow of her loins, parting the lightly curling, auburn pubic hair to find the softly pulsing bud of her clitoris. The sensuous contact caused her to jerk her hips away and writhe them down into the soft mattress. Unwanted sex thrills flashed through her, instantly, and she knew the answer she must give. Her head moved up and down in the affirmative. If it has to happen, anyway... I don't want to be t-tied up and g-gagged...

"Take your hand off her mouth!" Pete told Jeff.

Her mouth was freed. She licked her lips and looked up at the circle of faces above her. It was then she discovered that they had prepared for this; the bed had been dismantled and the mattress lay directly on the floor.

"You do understand the conditions, don't you?" Pete asked.

"Y-Yes..." Her voice was dull.

"You want a drink... ?" Brad asked, pushing a water glass under her nose.

"P-Please... I-I would like to have some water..."

"I'm talking about whiskey..." Brad said.

Whiskey! Perhaps it would help... at least it might dull things a little for her.

"All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision.

"It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry... no mixer... no ice... just drink it neat!"

She sipped. The fiery liquid burned her throat, and she made a wry face. "UUugh!"

"Come on... drink it down!" Jeff snapped. He took the glass from her, placed it to her lips and tilted it. "Drink it!" he commanded. The raw liquor spilled down her throat, and he would not allow her to stop drinking until the glass was empty.

Charity gasped for breath. It seemed as though her whole insides were seared, and the warmth was beginning to spread through her whole body.

"Ugh! That's h-horrible stuff!"

Pete moved in behind her, his hands going around, under her arms, to capture the fullness of a youthful breast in each callused palm. Purposefully, he kneaded and massaged the soft, smoothness of them, the satiny skin sliding through his hands sensuously. Then, she felt the hairiness of his chest pressed up against her back... and lower down, the hard warmth of his erect penis brushed the small of her back. He was naked! She decided that he must have been undressing while the whiskey was being forced down her... and now, he was squatting or kneeling behind her, fondling her breasts, with his cock, already hardened, shoved up against her warm flesh. She shuddered. It had begun!

Shakily, she asked, "C-Can I-I have another one... before you do it to me?"

"Okay..." Jeff said, dubiously, "but we don't want you to get too swacked to shake that hot little ass of yours, baby!"

The glass was put into her hand, again, an inch of bourbon in it. She raised it to her lips and took a large gulp.

"Take it easy, Baby!" Matt warned. "That's pretty powerful stuff... if you're not used to it."

Charity looked down at him where he sat, near her feet, his hands busy moving up and down the smooth, soft columns of her thighs. She said, "I-I need s-something strong..."

They watched her as she drank, sipping now, and letting the searing liquid slide down her throat. She hated it... but she wanted to be completely numb. When she finished the last drop, Jeff took the glass from her hand; Pete, behind her, laid her down on the soft mattress and slithered down beside her. Instantly, he sought for and captured her mouth with his, his tongue bursting through her lips to slide deeply into her throat. Strangely, and perhaps because of the helplessness of her position, she found herself responding to him, her own tongue lashing out to joust with his. One of his hands caressed her full-mounding breast, rolling the pink bud of her nipple between his fingers until it speared out hard, the areola puckering up at its base.

Then, Brad, who had rapidly stripped himself naked, stretched out on the other side of her, his warm body snuggling close, and she felt the hard rod of his prick press up tight against her smooth, white thigh. It seemed to be the twin, massive and long, of Pete's whose hardened cock pressed hard against the other thigh. Now, Brad's mouth was on her other breast, sucking and nibbling, voraciously, drawing the nipple and the areola completely into his mouth.

The liquor in her bloodstream began to spread its warmth through her body, the searing heat of it seeming to concentrate in her loins where tiny, tingling thrills of unwanted sexual excitation had begun to play a game of erotic leapfrog. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. She had to face the inevitable: Even though she was being subjected to these rapacious outrages against her body, she was helpless to stop them, in the first place, and in the second instance, she was responding to them, against her will. She had hoped that the alcohol would numb her to the point where she could go through with it... but not be a part of it. It was hopeless. Her body was responding just as it had with Gabe... and with her brother and his friend, Ray Donahue.

Matt's voice came to her, from a distance; she looked up to see him, standing near her feet, stepping out of his pants. His erection lanced out through the fly of his shorts. He stripped them off, and his lust-inflated member stood out at an acute angle from his hairy loins, the sperm-filled scrotum swinging, heavily, below. "Christ... I've got to get my mouth on that sweet little cunt!" he grunted, dropping to his knees.

Then, she watched, horrified, as he pulled her knees up, flexing them, his hands going down her soft, inner thighs, forcing them to splay apart. Briefly, she resisted him, trying to keep her knees together, but he growled, "Goddamn it! Open your legs, bitch! If I have to..."

He didn't have to finish his threat. Charity knew--although she had not been mistreated, yet--that if she did resist, they would not hesitate to beat her, unmercifully. It was there in their powerful, hulking bodies... and in the fact they had carried out their planned rape... drugging her and bringing her to this motel room. She had no idea of where she was. The thing uppermost in her mind was to do what she must, without risking the possibility of being hurt, seriously. She allowed her legs, then, to be spread apart, slowly, and she heard his gasp and the wash of his warm breath over the sensitive flesh of her now widely exposed vaginal slit.

She could feel the moisture as it gathered there, exuding from the nearly aroused walls of her softly palpitating cunt. Then, his long, wet tongue taunted at the opening, at the tiny bearded mouth of her passage, for a long moment before he plunged it into her searing depths. Wildly, he moved it in and out, duplicating the motion of Pete's tongue in her mouth. She moaned, involuntarily, and sucked on the long lingual member that raced in and out of her throat so hungrily.

Shifting upward, then, Matt's lips nibbled their way through the searing, coraline flesh to find the tiny, erect miniature phallus, hiding in its folds of flesh, the sparse, pubic hair parting as his tongue pressured into it, tantalizingly.

Both Pete and Brad could feel the deep shock of it in her. The sparking are was grounded in her sensitive loins, the surge of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from the erotic, super-charged sensations. In an instant, unconsciously, uncontrollably, her now fully aroused cunt moved, undulantly, up to Matt's plundering mouth.

"Oh... OOoohh... OOOooohhh!" she moaned into Pete's mouth.

Exquisite sensations multiplied themselves in her, and she could do nothing to stop them. The alcohol she had absorbed had not deadened the nerve ends of her body to them; if anything, she was more alive to their manipulations. She savored Pete's tongue in her mouth and his hand that roamed over her body, returning always to a breast, fondling and caressing it, the taut, smooth roundness of it satiny in his hand, the nipple spoked out pertly into his palm.

At the other breast, Brad still nibbled and sucked, unceasingly, at that nipple, his hand, too, smoothing down across her flat belly to caress the lesser mound just above Matt's licking, sucking mouth.

... And, now, Matt took the throbbing, erectile clitoris into his teeth, holding it, lightly, while his tongue danced in a circle directly on the tiny head of her throbbingly alive female bud.

The sensations generated in her aroused body was almost more than she could stand. Her naked, exposed genitals rose up to the tantalizing mouth, and she groped with both hands down to the center of her sexual being, searching for and finding Matt's head. She took hold of his hair and pulled his face tight up to her needful, sensation-filled cunt.

"Oh, Godddd!" she breathed into Pete's mouth.

"Okay, Matt! That's enough of that fancy stuff! It's time to do some plain ole fucking!" It was Jeff's voice.

Suddenly, Matt's mouth was jerked away from her seething loins. She looked down to see that Jeff had pulled him roughly away, and he now knelt between her widespread thighs, his hand grasping his huge, lust-inflated cock. She watched mesmerized as he drew the foreskin back to reveal the knob of its head, satiny smooth and fiery red, ready for action. She could see the clear viscous tear of moisture wetting its tip.

"You ready to be fucked?"

Charity hesitated for a moment, not answering. She was not going to beg in humiliation as she had with Gabe. The memory of it searing her once more.

"I-I don't have a choice... d-do I... ?" she moaned in abject acceptance.

"No! You sure as hell don't!" Jeff snapped and dropped his weight on her, his pelvis cradled between her open legs, but his upper body supported on brawny, work-hardened arms. On either side, Brad and Pete moved away, slightly, making room for Jeff as he guided his hardened cock into her with no further preliminary.

The blood-engorged cockhead entered her tender, warmly wet young pussy, and Jeff forced it all the way in with one forceful lunge, using all of his strength to shove his huge, tumescent rod deep into her quivering belly. The defensively lubricated sheath of her cuntal passage was clenched, the massive head pushing waves of her tight, vaginal walls ahead of it. It felt to her like a great, unpeeled log being shoved into her without mercy.

She screamed aloud with the sudden stretching pain. Every ridge of his hardened cock was evident to her, as he slammed into her, his pubic bone crashing into hers and his balls slapped up tight and hard into her naked, upturned buttocks.

"OOOoooOOOOoooooOO! Th-That hurts! Tears welled into her eyes.

"Shut up, bitch!" Jeff growled. "Another yell like that... and I'll knock your head off!"

Then, like an insane, unthinking automaton, he began to fuck in and out of her, completely oblivious of her groans of pain. He pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back in, again, with punishing force. Faster and deeper he drove it into her, interested only in achieving his own satisfaction. She began to lubricate more after a few moments, and it became more bearable; however, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move with him or against him. All she could do was lie there, on her back, and accept his buffeting cock into her young and tender cuntal passage that protested, painfully with each slamming stroke.

She could never have explained it, but suddenly, she began to feel it, herself; his pummeling cudgel wasn't hurting as much. The abraded passage adjusted to his vicious pounding, and before she knew it, she was fully aroused and wanting it.

Her hips began to move, countering his pile-driving thrusting hips, undulating them up to him, wantonly, as she took his massive cock deep up into her vaginal tunnel.

I didn't want it this way!

Suddenly, she knew that Jeff was driving for his ejaculation. He panted and groaned on top of her, his lustful prick soaring in and out like a runaway steam engine.

Jeff felt it, too. Then, it was there. He drove his cock deep in her gently clasping pussy, his balls slapping up against her full, white buttocks... and held himself there, unmoving, while his lewd, hot sperm hosed through him to splash, forcefully, against the back wall of her womb.

"AAAuuughh! Chriiiiiist!" he exploded.

Desperately, she bucked up against him, wanting him to continue, but his rapidly deflating penis could not function, now. He would have to have a period of rest. His frantic plungings into her had only served to arouse her, fully.

Jack Leonard stopped along the highway, several times, questioning cafe countermen, service station attendants and motel managers as to whether they had seen a runaway girl hitchhiking towards New Mexico. He had only a sketchy description of her and how she was dressed from Donnie, but he was dogged in his determination.

Many of these people knew him from long association.

One counterman told him, "Well Jack... I saw a girl who looked a little bit like that, but she was dressed in boy's clothes. She was in here with some of your drivers..."

"You sure they were my men?"

"Hell! Jack... I know your rigs when I see them!"

"All right... thanks..." he said, making sure to leave a dollar tip tucked under the saucer of his half-full coffee cup.

It was little enough to go on, but he decided it might be worthwhile to check some of his own trucks as he saw them along the highway. Let me see... there should be four or five East-bound rigs, today... Two from San Francisco... and three out of Los Angeles... and those two from 'Frisco are running together! That accounts for the counterman saying SOME of my drivers... and knowing my RIGS. Let's see... who'd they be... Jeff Riggs and Peter Dolan... and the other one's Bradley Dawson and Matt Richardson...