Ricky was disgusted. He got out of the car and slammed open the hood to see if there was a wire loose or something. He really didn't know too much about cars, and after he had puzzled over it a bit, he closed the hood in disgust.
He got back into the driver's seat and tried key again. This time there was nothing.
Ellen sat next to Ricky, the thin material blouse barely concealing her full breasts, were heaving with impatience.
"C'mon, Ricky, I gotta get home. My father's gonna kill me if we don't make it back before it gets light out," she pouted.
"There's nothing I can do. The Goddamn car won't start. I think the battery must be dead or something. I don't know what the fuck we can do. If you want to try it, we can hitchhike back or something. I think I'll have to get it towed or something like that," he spat out in disgust.
Ellen was a little nervous about having to hitch home. She was dressed in a really skimpy little outfit, and she knew that men often gave her lewd glances when she was dressed like this. But she knew that Ricky was with her, so she felt a little safer.
"Are you sure it's okay to hitch?" she asked.
"Sure, I'm not worried," he said proudly. He was sure that he could take care of himself all right.
He and Ellen started off down the road, leaving the car locked near the beach. Ricky was dressed in his jeans, but Ellen was almost indecently exposed in her short skirt. She had no panties on, and she had to hold her skirt down to conceal her bushy little twat.
Ricky grinned and put his hand underneath her skirt, feeling the crack of her ass with his index finger. He wiggled it around, allowing it to almost penetrate her tight asshole.
"Ricky, stop!" she squealed, backing off.
"Aw, don't worry, who's gonna see?" he retorted, smiling.
They were indeed alone on the long stretch of highway. Nobody would be out so early in the morning. She and Ricky were the only ones on the road.
Just then a car appeared in the distance. As it rumbled closer, Ricky could see that it was a late-model Jeep, but one that had been pretty banged up. He figured that it must be a bunch of fishermen, coming back from a night of surfcasting.
Ricky stood in the middle of the road and waved his arms. The Jeep kept coming, as if the driver didn't see the hitchhiker standing in the middle of the road.
Ricky dove to the side of the road as the Jeep went past them, but then the driver caught sight of Ellen, with her skirt blowing up around her creamy thighs. The car screeched to a halt, and a man jumped out.
The man was about six feet tall, and he wavered as if he were drunk. He was holding a can of beer in his hand. He was wearing a red flannel shirt, and a pair of shorts.
Ricky ran over to him.
"We're stuck, mister. My car broke down. Could you give us a lift to…" he began to explain.
The tall man swung his fist and gave Ricky a punch to the jaw. Ricky sprawled onto the side of the road. The stunned youth twitched and shuddered, knocked out cold by the unexpected blow.
Ellen began to scream, but the man grabbed her around the waist and put another hand around her neck.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll break your back," he snarled.
Ellen kicked with her legs, but the man only laughed, moving his hands down the front of her shirt and squeezing her huge tits painfully. He pushed his hand lower, reaching for her cunt. Ellen tried to squirm out of the way, but the man only increased his stranglehold on her neck. When his hand made contact with her cunt, he started to laugh.
"Ha! This little tramp made it easy! She ain't got on no panties!" he yelled. Hearing this important bit of information, another man jumped out of the Jeep.
The second man was even larger than the first, and he was completely naked. He was drunker than a pig. Ellen squealed in panic, but there was nothing she could do to get away.
"A right fine little spring chicken," said the man, giving her tit a terrible pinch. "I think we oughta take her home and give her a little plucking."
Ellen started to cry. The men looked at her in a lewd manner, and began to talk in the filthiest language she had ever heard. They discussed what they were going to do with her tits, cunt and mouth, as if she were a whore. Ellen shuddered. They were both drunk, and they seemed half-crazy. She peered into the Jeep to see if there were any more of them, but she was sorry that she did. The Jeep was full of guns, dirty clothes and sacks. She realized that these men were really dangerous.
"I want to take her, but what about the bimbo?" said the taller man.
"You mean the jerk that was with her?"
"Yeah."
"Tie him up. Throw him in the back of the Jeep and we'll use him for a butler."
The men started to laugh obscenely. The tall one went to the Jeep and got a long piece of rope. He went up to Ricky, who was still passed out, and tied him so tight that his fingers started to turn blue. Ricky groaned and woke up just as he was being hoisted into the Jeep.
"Hey, what the…" he yelled.
"Shut up, punk," said the man, slapping him in the face.
"Hey!" yelled Ricky, kicking his legs.
The man simply punched him in the face again, and Ricky was quick to shut his mouth. Besides, he was tied so tight that he couldn't even hope to get away.
Meanwhile, the other guy had Ellen by the hair, and he was stripping her clothes off. He couldn't believe he had caught such a hot one. As he ripped the clothes from her body, her huge tits broke free and bobbled unrestrained.
Another car appeared on the horizon, and the men quickly threw the two teens into the back of the Jeep, and began to speed off into the shrubbery and dunes by the side of the road. Ellen was too afraid to jump. The car was going too fast and she was afraid of getting killed.
"What are we going to do, Barth?" asked the taller man.
The shorter man paused to reflect. He threw his beer can out the window.
"Well, sooner or later they're going to discover we stole this car. Then these two brats are gonna turn up missing. I think we oughta get the hell out of here fast, Arthur," he said.
"Where to?"
"Do you remember that abandoned house up near Pearl River, in New Hampshire? Nobody's been there for years. Let's drive up there and hole up for a while," Barth suggested.
"Naw, I don't think that's too smart. I think we oughta stay closer to home. I we risk a long drive, someone will recognize this car and stop us. I think we oughta just go to the city, and stay with my cousin Martin."
"Martin!" Barth exclaimed.
"Yeah, I bet you forgot all about him. Well, he's alive and kicking. He'd be happy, to see us, especially if we bring him this little bitch to muse over," said Arthur.
Both of the men began to cackle obscenely. Barth turned around and grabbed Ellen by the hair, and pulled her up to the front seat. Ricky was still tied in the back of the Jeep.
"What can you do, cunt?" asked Arthur.
The burly man had one of her strawberry nipples between his fingers, and he was rolling it around in a circle. He squeezed tighter until Ellen answered him. She yelped in pain.
"I don't know what you mean!" she sobbed, tears in her eyes.
"I mean what I mean. You'd better be plenty good for something, or we might just have to break your little neck," Arthur said.
With horror, Ellen looked at the lap of the naked man and noticed his monstrous, swollen, gnarled cock. It was a stiff as a board and a good ten inches long. She could see the tip pulse and throb as the blood beat through it. She felt a hand grip her on the back of her neck, and with horror, she felt her head being pushed forward toward the ugly, stiff cock.
She tried to push up, but the hand was stronger, and her head came closer and closer to the shaking cock. Her long hair fell down around her face, and the curls licked the massive dick and spilled onto Arthur's thighs. Both of the men were smiling and grunting. Ricky thrashed about in the back of the Jeep, helpless and hog-tied.
"Can you suck, bitch?" sneered Barth. His hand was already snaking down her back, headed for her tight little asshole. Ellen squealed in fear and panic, but there was nothing she could do.
Barth spit on his middle finger, and with a brutal jab, stuck the finger all of the way up Ellen's ass!
She yelped in pain. As soon as she had opened her mouth, Arthur pushed her head down onto his cock, and the inflamed organ worked its way all of the way down her gullet. She began to choke and retch, but the cock was held deep in her throat.
"C'mon, cunt, suck!" Arthur ordered.
"Mmmmmpphh!" gagged Ellen, her mouth full of the hot cock.
The cock was so hot that it seemed to burn her mouth. The finger in her ass was jabbed painfully in and out. Her poor little asshole was raw and tender, and she couldn't breathe because of the mouthful of hard cock.
Just as she was about to cry, out, Arthur grabbed her hair and lifted her head up. He pumped her head back and forth over his huge cock, choking her. He mumbled and rolled his eyes in pleasure as Ellen retched in a panic.
He was fucking her head with his cock, using her tender mouth as a tool to milk his obscene cock. His eyes were gleaming. At the same time, the finger in her ass was plunging in and out painfully.
Ellen's moaning and twisting only seemed to excite the men even more. The vibrations of her muffled protests seemed to intensify the pleasure for the man fucking her mouth.
She had the impulse to bite down on the intruding cock, but she knew that the men might kill her if she tried anything funny. She decided to relax and mouth him the way he liked it. Perhaps if she humored them, they would let her and Ricky go, she thought.
She began to suck on the cock nicely, trying to give the man pleasure the way she had learned to do in her short career as a cocksucker. Arthur immediately picked this up, and he eased his cock deeper into her willing throat.
"Ahhhhh, that's the way, whore. I see you really know how to suck cock after all. It's a good thing you decided to play nice, or we might have had to knock all your pretty little teeth out," he warned her.
Ellen sucked furiously. She was milking him now, expecting the flood of salty jism to coat her lips at any second. The cock was getting even harder than it was before, and it filled up her entire mouth. The man pushed it deep into her gullet. Ellen stifled the urge to vomit. She had to hold it in. She had to humor these madmen, because there was no telling what they might do. Ellen figured they must be escaped convicts or something. But she didn't have much time to think about it. The enormous cock was pounding down her throat, reaching for the back of her gullet. She felt the hands stiffen on the side of her head, and then they held her firmly in place.
"I'm gonna cum, slut. I'm cumming! You better not waste a drop or I'll make you lick it up off the floor! UMMMM!!" he groaned.
The cock throbbed and Ellen began to bob her head up and down as fast as she could. She kept her lips squeezed tightly around the head of the cock, not wanting to let even a drop of the bubbly cum drip from between her lips. She didn't know how much jism was going to flow from her captor's cock, but she braced herself for the worst.
The cock started to throb almost out of control, and Ellen was forced to hold onto it with both hands. She felt the first hot jet of cum shoot out of the cock and hit the back of her mouth. Then spurt after spurt of boiling hot jism spewed out of the massive dick, filling her mouth and making her choke.
She gagged a little, and some of the sperm worked its way into her nose as she frantically worked her throat, swallowing and lapping. It seemed as if he would cum forever, and that gallons of the starchy-salty liquid was being pumped into her stomach. She swallowed in great gulps.
Ellen had to fight back the overpowering urge to vomit. Arthur gripped her head even more tightly, and made sure that she finished gobbling up every last bit of cum. He had a lewd grin on his face, and he was turning a deep red.
When he was satisfied with her blow-job, he flung her back rudely. Ellen moaned in horror as the cum smeared her face. She wanted to wipe it off, but she was afraid to make a move.