Chapter 3

Erica ran. She had no idea where she was running to, but she knew she had to get away. It had been in the back of her mind that by being nice to Tim she could avoid being fucked by the other four. But now she knew that was no good and she had to get away.

"Hey!" Tim yelled. "She's getting away!" Tim was tugging on his trousers as he started after her. He didn't have them on good and he tripped and fell. She was running into the stream before he could get up to follow her.

She ran into the darkest part of the wood. She had no idea of what to do except keep running. Perhaps she could find a road or a highway or at least someone to help.

"Over here!" Carl yelled.

Suddenly she was face to face with Carl. He had run around the wood and cut her off. He grabbed her.

"Come on, teacher," he said softly. "Let's get to it. You'll like my cock better than you liked Tim's." "Let me alone!" She kicked at him. He was too fast for her. He grinned as her foot missed him by inches. She could hear footsteps behind her.

"You've got a beautiful pair of jugs," Carl said. "Let me feel them." She went straight at him. For the second time he was surprised by her violence. She caught him on the cheek with her fingers and scratched until she drew blood. He stepped backwards and she kicked him in the leg. She missed his groin by bare inches.

He reached for her arms, but she kicked him again. He groaned. This time her foot had connected solidly with his groin. "You fucking bitch!" He still tried to reach for her again, but she slipped past him and started to run as fast as her legs would carry her. Twigs and brush scratched her.

"Here!" Carl yelled. "Here! The bitch hit me in the balls. She's got a quick foot." Erica slipped into some brush. She didn't dare to look out, but she heard their footsteps as they passed. As soon as they got up the trail, she darted out.

She ran back for the car. She knew if she could only reach it she would leave them behind. Then she would go to a police station or something. Even as she thought of the police, Erica knew she would never go there. She didn't want anybody to know of her humiliation.

She reached the stream again. She ran up the hill to the car. She opened the door and slid inside. She reached for the ignition. No key.

"Is this what you're looking for?" Joe was standing beside the door. He had a grin on his face. He held the keys in his hand.

"I thought you might come back here," he said. "It wouldn't do to let you get away yet. I'm horny as hell, and Carl is mad as hell. Why don't you give it up? You really can't get away, you know. Just give in, Miss Thomas. It'll be easier that way." She opened the door with a violent shove and caught Joe right in the stomach. He gave a whoosh and hit the ground. His face had turned a pale and sickly white. She tried to force the keys out of his hand, but he held them tightly.

He reached for her.

She gave him a hard kick on the side of the head and heard him groan. She started running back up the road. She could hear Joe cursing her loudly.

She followed the path for as long as she dared and then she went into the brush once more. She heard a car. She had jumped into the bushes just in time. The car came up the path. It came slowly but still faster than she could run.

She looked around her. Dense brush and trees would make it impossible to run, so she had to find another way. She waited until the car was past and then she darted back out onto the road once more.

She ran into Tim's arms.

"Give it up," Tim said. "You can't get away." "I will," Erica said firmly.

"No, you won't," Tim said. "You can't. There's nowhere you can run." Erica circled him cautiously.

She couldn't believe that just a few minutes before he had been giving her so much pleasure.

"Stay away from me," she warned. "Don't come near me or I'll hurt you!" Tim shrugged. "I won't try, but you can't get away. Carl's right behind you." Like a dummy, Erica fell for his trick. She turned her head to look and suddenly Tim tackled her. He knocked her to the ground and his hands went around her. He pinned her arms to her sides and started calling for help.

"I've got her!" he yelled.

She kicked at him, but she couldn't get in a hard kick. He only laughed as she wiggled in his arms.

"Don't!" he warned. "You're turning me on again with all that wiggling." She realized that any more resistance was futile. She quit wiggling. She looked up to see that three of the boys had returned. Then the car came back and Carl got out.

"Let her go," Carl said.

They surrounded her in a semi-circle and each of the boys took his belts off. She swallowed nervously.

"Are you sure?" Tim asked. "She's a wildcat." "I'm sure," Carl said. "Let her go." Tim released her and jumped back, Erica went straight at Carl. She was going to dig her nails into him again. Then his leather belt caught her in the face. She fell backwards and he came after her. This time he slapped her with his free hand. She went after him, but the leather belt stopped her.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson," Carl said quietly.

The belt came down against her shoulders. She twisted around and another belt seemed to come out of nowhere. She screamed as she tried to get away from the slashing belts, but they were everywhere. A buckle dug into her soft white skin. A trickle of blood ran down her stomach.

"Stop!" Erica moaned. "Please stop!" The belts stopped. Carl stepped up and slapped her face. He slapped her again. She tried once more to reach his face. This time he hit her with his doubled-up fist. She went to the ground. The cut on her lips had opened again. She was crying softly.

"Pick her up," Carl said. "Lean her across the car. I'm going to teach her a lesson she'll never forget." Strong arms lifted her up and put her across the car. Hands positioned her the way Carl ordered. She turned her head slightly and she saw Carl stripping off his trousers.

"No!" "Oh yes, bitch," Carl said. "I'm going to teach her to kick me in the balls. I'm going to stick it up your ass!" She tried to twist away, but strong arms held her still. Carl stripped off his pants.

"Oh my God!" His cock jutted up from between his thighs. It was twice the size of Tim's. It was a fucking nick, used to going to cunt, experienced by many girls who enjoyed fucking and sucking it.

She knew that just by looking at it, just as she knew that he was not going to be gently with her. He was mad and he wanted her to feel his anger.

"In the ass, teacher," he said. "Right up your ass." He slapped her ass-cheeks a few times and then he leaned against her. He bit her neck. She could feel that monster cock pushing against her inner thighs.

"Please don't!" Erica begged. "Oh please don't hurt me!" There was no pity in him. He reached around and began to brutally fondle her titties. He pinched her nipples and she cried out in pain.

He pushed. A searing pain shot through her. She began to twist violently, trying to tear her hands out of the grasp of the ones who held her. No amount of begging helped.

His cock slowly tore into her ass.

"Tight," he muttered. "You've got a tight ass. Such a sweet, tight ass." His hips jerked as he pressed his cock all the way into her asshole. His balls rested against her. He squeezed her nipple again and he laughed loudly.