"What's the matter, Vicki? You're not talking much this morning," her father said.
She spooned out some more scrambled eggs onto the man's plate and said nothing.
He grabbed her by the upper arm and spun her around. "Look here, young lady, you'll answer me when I ask you a question. None of this silent stuff for your daddy, no sir!"
"I'm tired. I was up all night." Then, with malice, she added, "I was up, but not the way you were."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm dead tired, dammit! I wanted to sleep last night but you and Jack both fucked me. He screwed me up the ass and you fucked my cunt twice and what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"There, there," he said, patting her arm. "It's not all that bad. I guess maybe it's just that time of the month for you or something." That seemed to answer all the questions. She was in her period. Nothing else could possibly account for her momentary rebellion against his desires. Vicki found herself hating him as much as she hated her departed mother. Maybe the other woman had the right idea.
Don't stay with this daughter raper. Split. Just like that, leave him high and dry and then see what he'd do.
As the thoughts came into her mind, she knew she couldn't stay in this house much longer. She would have to leave. Run away. It would be tough, but she knew she could do it.
"Well, I'll talk to you about this later, Vicki. See you tonight."
"Be seeing you, Daddy," she said but she was mentally adding, when hell freezes over!
In less than twenty minutes, she had packed her meager belongings into a knapsack and slung it over her shoulder. She was out and away before her brother noticed. And, it would be late tonight before her father caught on to what she'd done.
Vicki wanted to put lots of miles between them by that time.
She didn't have a car to take. Besides, that would be a dead giveaway. Her father could call the cops and they'd have a statewide bulletin out on her in a flash. Hitchhiking seemed the easiest way to simply be swallowed up by the country.
Who could tell how far a ride would take her?
It seemed perfect, even when the first dozen cars passed her by without even slowing down.
After twenty minutes, Vicki began to get a little panicky. She had to get away. She couldn't waste a day just trying to get a ride. She had to get one and soon.
Then she looked down and saw what she was wearing. It was enough to wake anyone pass her by. The floppy, formless sweatshirt was warm in the cool autumn weather, but it wasn't much of an advertisement for the person wanting a ride.
She quickly shucked it off. Underneath, all she was wearing was a thin tee-shirt. The cool air caressed her body, made her nipples stand fully erect. With the shin almost a second skin to start with, only a blind man could avoid seeing she had no bra on.
Her fits were impudent and bold. They were large without sagging at all. High placed, they bounced around with just enough vibrancy to tell any red-blooded male viewing them that this was one foxy chick.
And she pushed down her jeans just enough so that they clung tenaciously to her hips. She was now a really seductive picture hitchhiking. And less than five minutes after she'd shed the sweatshirt, a trucker slowed down. The airbrakes squealed and finally stopped the eighteen-wheeler.
A loud voice called to her, "Get your ass in gear if you want a ride with old Vic! He's got a lot of freight to haul and you're holding him up."
She scampered to the side of the cab and made her way up the mountain-like side of the truck. Opening the door, she lithely spun in and planted her perky rear on the seat.
The trucker took one look at her and let out a low whistle. "Goddamn, you're even prettier lookin' than I thought!"
She smiled and said, "How far are you going?"
"I'll go as far as you want!"
"It'd be nice if I could make the coast."
"Little lady, you're in luck. This old rig's heading right toward that there ocean!"
She smiled at him again, a little uneasy at the way he was looking at her. But she'd planned it this way. She had shed the sweatshirt so that a man would be interested enough to stop and pick her up. But she hadn't counted on the man being this interested.
He was almost undressing her with his eyes – and he didn't really have far to go, either. With her tits almost visible through the thin white tee-shirt, there wasn't much above the waist she concealed.
The cold air outside had made her nipples come erect. She wanted to rub the tiny nubbins of erectile flesh and get them to sink back down. But to do that now would seem to be goading the man to do something she didn't want.
"Never seen knockers that pretty," he finally said.
"Uh, thanks, Vic. Uh, why don't you get driving? You said you had a deadline or something."
"And you're anxious to put some miles behind you, too, huh? Bet you're running away from home. What's a pretty young thing like you doing running away from home?"
"That's none of your business!"
"Don't get huffy about it. Just being friendly."
"I think you'd better let me out."
"But we ain't gone no place, yet!"
"I've gone plenty far, thank you."
As she turned, his hand leaped out and grasped her by the belt. She was effectively pinned to the seat.
"I don't think I want you goin' nowhere. Not yet. Not till I've had a mite of fun with you. Such pretty tits should be tasted, appreciated, you, know what I mean?"
She knew. He was going to rape her. No matter how she fought and clawed at him, he was always a little faster, a little stronger.
He pulled her into the back of the cab. She was somewhat surprised to find a tiny bunk bed there. But for long transcontinental hauls, he probably saved lots of money sleeping here.
And Vicki could see another reason for it. This was a rapist's delight. He could do anything he wanted to her and could scream and yell and no one would ever hear. Not in the middle of a big highway like this.
She cowered against a back wall. She tried to get her legs under her to leap out and past the man. He effectively blocked her escape. His hands reached out and gripped her thinly covered tits.
She moaned softly when his coarse, thick fingers actually touched her sensitive boobs. The meaty hands were surprisingly gentle as he stroked from the base to the very tip of those seductive cones of titflesh.
"So nice and firm. God, makes a man want to shove them into his mouth!"
And he did. Vic didn't even bother to strip the tee-shirt from her boobs first. He simply plunged down and clamped his lips over one of the erect nipples and sucked.
She felt a blast of carnal electricity pass into her chest. She didn't want the trucker doing this to her. Yet it felt good. It felt so damn good she wanted him to keep doing it.
Then the girl came to her senses. He wanted to do more than run his tongue around the end of her jug. He was sucking on her nipple now, passionately tonguing it, giving it all the oral attention she could want. But he would go on. He'd want a lot more from her.
He was going to fuck her whether she wanted his prick driving hard into her cunt or not.
She tried twisting around him to freedom. These heavy hands pressed her down into the hard pallet of the bunk. His weight crushed her legs under her as his mouth never left her tit.
"Please, Vic! Don't do thiiiis!"
"But your boobs are so damned firm! I want all of them in my mouth!"
His mouth began gobbling up her left tit. His tongue flashed out and raced around the nipple until she found her breath coming in harsh pants. Then he began eating her entire mound of titflesh. She groaned when his teeth started going into the sides of her boob.
He left ugly red marks wherever his teeth touched the soft whiteness of her boob. And it hurt, it hurt bad!
"Stop it, Vic! I… I don't want you doing this to me!"
"Shut up, honey, or I'll shut you up. You go out hitching like that, you gotta expect some nasty old man is gonna take advantage of your tender young body."
He continued sucking noisily at her boobs. She had to admit his attentions felt good. They warmed her cool flesh and made her tremble with desire. Even her cunt was beginning to sluggishly' flow. The fuck fluids were greasing her tunnel of love for a passionate fucking. And she hated the idea.
She hated it with all her soul.
But what could she do?
The man was so much stronger than she was. And even her own body was turning traitor on her. She was responding to his crude advances. Her cunt was actually beginning to soak a tiny wet spot onto her thick denim jeans. That alone would be enough to spur the man on.
Then she felt him raising her tee-shirt. It wasn't enough to fondle and suck on her boobs through the thin tee-shirt. He wanted naked flesh. And she knew then that she was totally lost. No amount of talking would ever convince the man she didn't want his prick jammed all the way up into her hot, oily cunt.
"God, what a pair of knockers you got, little girl. You a virgin, maybe?"
She felt her body tense as he made that comment. She knew what was coming next. He unzipped his grimy jeans and out came an impossibly long, plum-tipped prick. It had to be at least ten inches of fuck stick. She was speechless at the sight.
She couldn't have that fucking her tiny cunt! It would rip her apart all the way to the chin!
"You like my friend? A big'un, ain't he?" Vic boasted. He took his prick in his hand and held it up for her inspection. "It just loves nice, tight pussy. And if your pussy's anything like that set of tits hanging on your chest, my friend here's gonna be real pleased, yeah!"
She struggled again. But this only worked against her. She found her legs spread on either side of the man's heavy body. With a sureness of grip that told her this wasn't the first time he'd ever raped an unwilling young girl, he stripped away her jeans.
Pulling them over the flare of her ass was the biggest problem, but he did it as easily as if she'd been cooperating with him. Then he cast aside the useless garment and looked at the peach colored bikini briefs covering her pussy mound.
"Goddamn, already soaked wet for old Vic, huh?"
He lacked any finesse at all. He simply ripped the panties from her in one powerful jerk. She cried out as the elastic band out into her flesh. But she soon had something else to worry about.
A grimy finger was crammed all the way up into her twat. And he started wiggling it against velvety soft pussy walls.
"Don't do this to me," she sobbed.
"Hell, you're gonna enjoy this. And you ain't no virgin. You had your chewy picked a long time ago, I betcha!"
She couldn't tell him it was her own daddy who'd done it to her. That would only make the man even hotter to fuck her. She knew there wasn't a shred of mercy in his heavy body. He was going to fuck her. Just like her daddy. Just like her brother.
She hated Vic with an intensity she had been saving for her father. But it did her no good. He was too strong, too dominant for her. He pressed her down firmly into the bed with his hairy chest rubbing sensually against her aroused nipples.
The teenager hated to admit it, but this felt good, damned good. It was actually turning her on. She couldn't enjoy the rape, but it wasn't going to be as bad as she'd thought it might be.
She screamed in agony, though, when he rammed his prick into her. Not only was that cock long, it was thick, thicker than any prick ever driven into her near-virgin pussy. Only two men's cocks had ever been up into her hot pussy before. And neither was anywhere near as big or brutal as this trucker's was.
"Liked that, didn't ya? You're gonna like this even more!"
And then he really began fucking her. She hadn't thought he would be able to use a ten inch prick like he did. He drove in between her pink, wide-split cunt lips with a force that rattled her teeth every time he sank balls deep in her.
His limp bag of balls smacked wetly against her ass. She knew the cunt oils leaking from her pussy made it damp. And the way his prick pulled out of her each time carded away more of her lubricants.
But the friction inside her threatened to drive her out of her mind with lust. She hadn't thought a simple fucking like this could turn her on so much. Not after all that had happened to her. She hated men. She wanted all of them to burn in hell.
But she didn't want Vic to go until after he finished fucking her. His cock was simply too big, too delicious in her cunt.
She felt her pussy walls coming with a warm inner glow of a good fucking. And it spread throughout her belly like wildfire. The heat threatened to consume her. The tongues of carnal flame lapped at her tender insides and made them quiver with need.
She had to have more cock!
She sobbed and begged and pleaded with the man, "Fuck harder! I need all of it inside my poor little cunny!"
"Goddamn right, it's small, that cunt of yours! Never felt my prick stuffed into such a tight one! Love it. Glad I picked you up, honey, really gad!"
He tried to tear her apart with his cock. He used it like a sword, thrusting, twisting, parrying, driving it in to the point. Her cunt was in ecstasy. Her hips began lifting off the hard bed to cram her snatch down around the impaling spike of his ten inch cock.
She couldn't get enough of it. She wanted more. She demanded all he could give her!
"That's the way, honey. Help me along. God, the way that pussy of yours swallows me up! I could vanish in that cunt! And so tight!"
"Shut up and fuck, dammit! Fuck me good, fuck, fuck, fuck me goooood!"
She took his pounding cock all the way up into her twat. When the broad head of his cock touched her buried cervix, she came. No man had ever fucked this far into her womb before. He was driving that pleasure spike of cock into her very guts. Her cunt walls couldn't begin to grip and hold him stationary.
The friction as he slid by those convulsing walls was more than enough to set off another come in her belly. She felt as if someone had smashed her hard in the guts with a fist. But she wanted more. That long cock of the trucker was a real pussy pleaser.
She was humiliated and degraded. She was being used. She was nothing to the man but a cunt to fuck. And she loved it!
When he came, she thought the top of her head would blow off. She came, too, like a machine gun. Burst after burst of intense sensation ripped through her brain, catching up her body in a tight grip that refused to die.
And then, all too soon, she was washed out and limp on the bed. But somehow, the man's cock was still rigid inside her. He fucked her diligently for another five minutes before his cock deflated like a pricked balloon.
She didn't know what to say. Here she was, naked on the man's bed, in the back of his truck, and he had just raped her. She hadn't wanted this. Not at all. But it had happened.
He looked down at her and smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile at all. It made gooseflesh march up and down her arms and across her tits. This seemed to please the man even more. His grimy finger began playing with one of her nipples again.
"Why don't I just call up my good buddy on that CB and we'll all have us a fine fuck-fest, what say?"
She knew nothing she would say could deter him, so she remained silent and frightened as hell.