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."
"And if she is?" Vic asked eagerly.
"Then, of course, she would be worth a thousand dollars. Now please leave the vehicle."
Vic almost fell over himself getting out so that Mr. Valentine could play with his new toy.
"You," the man said, "suck my cock."
"You can fuck off, mister. I'm not sucking your cock for anything!"
"Might I point out some salient features of your predicament, young lady? You are being sold as a slave. I am not a bad master. There are worse around. And if you disappoint Vic and Keith, they might just simply… waste… you. They don't want to be caught with hot merchandise by the police. And I assume you're a runaway with the law after you."
"Go to hell."
"You'll be dead if I don't buy you. A thousand dollars is quite a bit of money. If I'm not pleased…" The man shrugged.
Vicki sat, thinking this over. She knew what the man said was probably true about Vic and Keith. If they got her back, they'd simply cut her throat and dump her in a ditch beside the road. Who could ever catch them for it? And what was murder to them after they'd both raped her?
Then she shuddered again. She thought that they would kill her outright. What if they didn't? What if they kept her around for a few days or even a week? They could have a hell of a lot of fun fucking her during the drive out to the coast.
Fun for them, sheer torture for her. And then they'd kill her.
"You had better suck very well, young lady, if you expect me to purchase you for such an outrageous sum."
She knew the man was right. She'd have to pleasure him better than any woman ever had. Saying nothing, she slipped to the floor in the backseat of the car and ran her fingers sensuously along his legs, stroking slowly upwards from his knees toward his crotch.
He didn't even smile at her attentions. He simply sat back and looked down at her with his more-dead-than-alive eyes. She knew then that she would have to work overtime to make sure he got off. He was as cold a man as he'd ever seen. It would take a hell of a lot of sucking to make him get his rocks off.
Yet, she was a little bit surprised to find his prick almost entirely erect when she opened his trousers. The cock came out in a semi-rigid move that made her mouth water. She'd figured the guy was some sort of a freak. Maybe he'd only have a cock a couple inches long or something. After all, he was having to buy a slave.
But this wasn't the case. His prick was nowhere near as big as Vic's ten inch pussy pleaser, but it wasn't small, either. A good seven inches could do a lot of fucking.
She pressed her lips against the acorn-like tip of his prick. Then she worked her soft, clinging lips aver the glands until she was sure he would have to moan with pleasure. When he didn't, this spurred her on to even better activity.
Her tongue swirled around the very edge of his cockhead. She traced all the rim of his glands, then began working down toward his balls. The girl's tongue missed nothing. All the way down the side of his shaft, she was licking and lightly nipping with her teeth. She was even breathing heavily so that her superheated breath would further sensitize his cock.
He didn't move a muscle, though she knew she was getting through to him. His cock was beginning to harden into a real fuck stick. The blood hammering into it had to be the result of her sucking mouth. There wasn't anything else possible.
"Keep going, Miss," he said. The words struck her as ridiculous. Here she was, giving him a blow job, and he was calling her Miss. It didn't seem right.
But she didn't laugh. She didn't care. The teenager knew how much was on the line. It was her very life she was gambling on her ability to give head.
Her tongue began teasing his balls. She pushed the hairy bag from side to side in his pants, then played with the hidden nuts. She could feel them lurching and boiling around inside in a thick stew of jism. That was her goal, to release that fiery flood of come.
But he wasn't giving her any hint if he was liking this, if he wanted her to do something else, if he was going to throw her to the pair of truckers standing with noses pressed against the car windows, watching and leering.
She worked her way back up his cock. Every single blood vessel was given a long, loving caress by her rough, pink tongue. And she paid special attention to the big blue vein on the top of his cock. She knew the underside was the most sensitive but she didn't want to miss a single square inch of his cock.
That might be her downfall, if she did.
As she sucked in the head of his prick again, she heard him say in his monotone voice, "Face fuck yourself."
The command was snapped out, icy cold. But she was willing to obey. She was willing to do anything to get away from Vic and Keith. The men were staring intently at her now, waiting for her to make a mistake. While they would be a thousand dollars richer if they sold her, she imagined they would just as soon have her to fuck all the way to the coast. A week of being a sex slave to those men would kill her – literally.
She sucked harder. And she began bobbing her head up and down on the end of the man's prick. He seemed to approve of this. His prick started dancing with obvious lust.
She tongued the hidden portion of his cock until she could feel the piss-slit expanding just a little. This was a sure sign that he was about ready to come. Redoubling her efforts, she sucked for all she was worth. Cheeks going hollow under the suction, she gave it all she had.
Tongue flying, mouth sucking, lips working sensuously along the sides of his jerking cock, she tried every trick she knew on him. She had to get him to come in her mouth nothing less would save her from a cruel fate.
She let the rubbery head of his cock bounce lightly off the roof of her mouth before she sucked his prick all the way down her throat. She had some experience in taking a man's cock all the way. While she wasn't any Linda Lovelace, she knew some of the moves.
While his prick was buried all the way down her throat, she swallowed as hard as she could. This caused her Adam's apple to bob up and down on the most sensitive portions of the man's turgid cock. She kept doing this until she felt like gagging.
Then she pulled back just enough to keep his purple-head prick inside her lips. Breathing heavily, she knew she was on the right track. The tiny bead of bitter pre-come fluid had formed at the piss-slit of his cock. She licked it away and began face fucking herself as hard as she could.
Sucking, licking, face fucking, she became nothing less than a sex machine. Her entire world vanished to one point – the man's cock. It slipped wetly in and out of her mouth. She had to get him off. If not, she might die.
Using her teeth once along the edges of his glands produced the first moan of pleasure she'd heard from him. Her teeth left ugly red marks on the fleshy sides of his cock. But she quickly laved them away, licking and caressing with her tongue.
When the marks were completely erased, she sucked even harder. She wondered how she managed to keep from pulling the man's guts out the end of his prick. It wasn't possible for her to suck harder, to do any more than she had already lone.
But it was enough. He came.
She felt the first white hot gob of his jism splatter against the back of her throat. And then she was robbed of the rest. He jerked his prick from her mouth and came in her face. She tried to avoid it but a strong hand laced through her hair and held her face directly in the path of the arching come.
"GO on, young lady, lick it off," came the command. She obeyed. She avidly licked the come dribbling from the tip of his cock, then tried slurping up the jism running slowly down her cheeks.
Mr. Valentine rolled down the window and said to Vic and Keith, "She's not worth a thousand."
The teenaged girl felt a surge of horror. She'd sucked this bastard off and he wasn't going to ransom her from her captors!
"But, sir, she's…"
"I'll give you seven-fifty. Take it or leave it."
There was a quick glance between the two truckers, then Keith said, "Sir, you got yourself a deal!"