It was still raining the following morning – a relentless downpour that fell from a gray sky ragged with low clouds scudding in from the West, drumming on the roofs, bouncing high off the sidewalk, gurgling furiously in the gutters and lying in huge pools across the concrete surface of the autobahn. Susan and Stefan stood at the exit from a Tankstelle service area, their sodden garments whipped around their limbs by the wind, their eyes screwed up against the assault of the driving rain.
They had thumbed a ride East to the Frankfurt-Cologne turnpike, thinking that, despite the extra mileage, they would arrive in Bonn more quickly this way than by the traffic-choked Koblenz-Bad Godesberg road on the left bank of the Rhine. Now they were waiting for a ride on the second leg of their journey, hunched against the cold and the wet. Stefan had already declined offers from an Opel Rekord and a Mercedes sedan, saying rather primly that he didn't like the look of the drivers.
Susan was beyond caring. Her teeth were chattering – not so much because of the climate as at the terrifying thought of what might await her at home! It was bad enough having been away all night. But to have been away with no reasonable explanation… her mind quailed at the thought of what her father might say! For she couldn't possibly explain why she had gone; nor could she reveal where she had been. Saying she had been with Stefan would only add fuel to the fires of his rage. There was no friend who could alibi her, and she would be forced either to invent some implausible story about wanting to see the Fasching… or refuse to give an explanation at all. Her heart sank at the thought of the reception either would receive!
By now Colonel Templar would probably have alerted the police. There might even be a check when they took the slip-road leading to Bonn and Konigswinter. What could she possibly say? She had been worrying about it ever since she woke up in the strange hotel room with the blond boy still collapsed across her.
They had got up quickly, snatched a cup of coffee, and set off as fast as they could. And the problem had seemed to get worse and worse with every minute! A biscuit-colored Volkswagen mini-bus approached slowly along the road leading from the gas station to the autobahn, with fans of water spraying out on either side of its wheels. He ran into the roadway and signaled. The mini-bus braked, hesitated, and finally pulled up a few yards beyond them. He ran up to the driver's window, talking and gesticulating, and then turned to beckon to the soaked girl.
"It's all right," he called. "They'll take us!"
There were plastic covered benches running the length of the vehicle's tonneau. Two youths in black jackets sat at the back, staring glumly out at the rainswept landscape, the tops of the tree-covered hills lost in scurrying clouds. A third boy was driving, and there was a slim, blonde girl with a slender body and a wide-lipped, rather cruel mouth curled up on the passenger seat beside him. Susan and Stefan sat gratefully opposite the two boys and Stefan began desultorily to exchange platitudes about the awfulness of the weather. Paying little attention because she was too occupied with her own thoughts, the girl stared at them idly, thinking to herself that there was something familiar about them, something that she couldn't quite place. It was only when she looked to the front and happened to see the driver turn his head, noticing with a sudden pang of unaccountable alarm the unlit cigarette jutting from his mouth, that she finally realized.
"W-w-w-why," she stammered, breaking into Stefan's conversation, "you're the three boys who… the three boys we saw in Siegsdorff last night!"
The bulkier of the two youths grinned. "Why so we are!" he said in English, winking at Stefan. "Whaddaya know!"
For some reason Susan felt obscurely uneasy. She looked out the rain-streaked window at the Rhenish countryside speeding past. The dreary urban landscape of concrete factories, pylons, refineries and doll's house developments stretched away towards the river and the wilderness of diplomatic blocks between Bad Godesberg and Bonn on the far side. Somewhere over there her father would be sitting at his desk, staring grimly out at the rain as he barked orders and questions into his phone. Most of them would be about her!
She would be glad just the same when they reached the turn-off. It wouldn't be long now. The Volkswagen was hitting 120 kilometres per hour as they swished past the huge green and white sign announcing: Bad Godesberg, Bonn – 1000 m. The approach indicators – three chevrons, two, one – swept up and fell behind, and the cloverleaf slip-road appeared, curling off to the right among the featureless, rain-flattened grasses. Without slackening speed, the mini-bus roared past and sped on up the autobahn towards the north.
"Hey!" Susan exclaimed. "Just a minute – Stefan…"
Nobody paid her any attention. The two youths sat staring out the back window. Stefan had moved up to the front and was leaning forward looking through the windshield between the girl and the driver. There wasn't another turn-off until they got to Cologne! By the time she got back to Bonn it would be after lunch, and things would be worse than ever!
"Stefan!" she called again, more urgently this time. "They missed the turning! We've gone past it!"
He didn't reply. His blond head remained obstinately staring ahead through the windshield at the twin gray ribbons of wet asphalt unrolling towards them. By now thoroughly alarmed, the worried teenager shifted up to the front of the minibus and took the boy's arm.
"Stefan!" she said for the third time. "Don't you understand? We've gone passed the turn-off for Bonn!"
"That's all right," he said without turning his head. "We're not going to Bonn!"
"N-n-not going to Bonn?" Susan faltered. "Where are we going then?"
He turned and looked at her. "Hamburg," he said briefly.
"Hamburg!" Susan squeaked in a voice shrill with foreboding. "B-b-but that's hundreds of miles away! What do you mean, Hamburg? What's going on, for God's sakes?"
The blonde girl in the passenger seat swung around and spoke for the first time.
"Look sweetie," she said, "you might as well get use to the idea: you've been snatched!"
"S-s-snatched?" Susan quavered. "But I…"
"Kidnapped, abducted, held to ransom, removed without your parents' consent," the blonde explained sardonically. "And very expertly too, if you don't mind my saying so."
"But I don't understand!" the frightened girl burst out. "Stefan! Do something, for goodness sakes!"
The blond boy didn't reply. He was staring fixedly through the windshield again, apparently absorbed in a long line of trucks and trailers whose giant wheels were spewing out a thick spray of rain and mud and diesel fumes as the Volkswagen roared past them.
"Save your breath," the girl in the front seat advised. "Don't you understand, you little fool, he's one of us!"
"One of…?" Susan's voice trailed away into silence. She was thunderstruck.
"Of course, he's one of us!" the blonde continued inexorably. "Why d'you think he's been hanging around you all this time, for God's sake? D'you imagine he just happened to be sitting in that beer-garden in Siegsdorff when you chose to walk by? Don't make me laugh! We'd been following you ever since you left school yesterday!"
The dumbfounded teenager sank back on to a seat with her mind in a whirl. "You… you mean… everything… everything he said… and did… it was all some kind of a set-up?" she queried with a sob in her voice.
"What do you think?" the blonde answered contemptuously.
"But…"
"Look baby, be your age! Do you really think a good-looking kid like him is going to get hot pants all of a sudden for a sixteen year old American brat. You've been on a string for weeks. We thought we'd lost you when your old man cut up rough and refused to let you see him. But we kept tabs on you and then when another deal misfired we came back, and you played right into our hands! You quit school early, went home and came running out into the rain as if the end of the world had come! We followed you to the hospital and then back to Siegsdorff – and we'd just time to plant Stefan before you walked right into the trap!"
Susan was speechless. She didn't understand all this talk of being "on a string" and "deals" and "planting" but one thing was agonizingly clear: Stefan, her adored Stefan, had been deceiving her all the time! It was all a part of some obscure plot; he hadn't meant a single one of all those things he had said! And last night – she felt a hot flush of shame flooding her petite young body as she remembered – last night hadn't meant a thing to him either. It was all part of the plan, a means to make sure she would agree to hitch on the autobahn today!
No wonder he had refused the offers of lifts from the two other cars! He'd been waiting for the mini-bus and nothing else! No wonder he'd known she had thumbed a ride to the hospital: he'd been following her there himself! No wonder she had run into him in the beer garden: he was waiting there just for her! He must have been in that car that passed her just before she got to the village. And finally, no wonder the three youths had so providentially appeared to rescue her from the two hussars and the pirate. They were part of the gang, and it would have upset their plans if she had been spirited away by anyone else! Their role had been simply to eliminate the interlopers and hand her back to Stefan, so that he could get on with the big seduction scene… Feeling more cheated and disillusioned and heartbroken than she ever had before in her whole life, she bit her lip hard to check the tears that threatened to overflow her eyes.
"But why?" she burst out suddenly, struck by a sudden thought. "Why, why, why? What good's it going to do you, after all? Okay, so you tricked me into this truck. Maybe you can take me to Hamburg, if that's where you're going. Maybe the police won't catch up with you when my father finds out I'm missing. But it won't do you much good, I promise you. He's not rich: all he has is his pay. You won't get much ransom out of me."
The girl laughed. "You're not being held to ransom, sweetie," she said.
"Then why…"
"We've got plans for you," the girl said curtly.
And she turned around to the front again and refused to say anymore. Susan looked desperately over her shoulder and saw to her horror that the windows of the Volkswagen had been covered while her back was turned, with Venetian blinds. The youths must have lowered them while she was talking to the blonde in front. They were sitting now, one on either side of her, quite close, staring at her in a speculative way that she found more alarming than anything she had experienced yet. Now she would be unable to fling herself at the glass as they passed slow-moving traffic and mime frantically her appeal for help.
If they were really going all the way to Hamburg, they would have to stop for gasoline – at least twice – probably. Perhaps she could scream for help then. Although, judging from the ruthlessness with which they had dispatched the revelers in Siegsdorff last night, they were quite capable of forcibly silencing her or even binding and gagging her. Her only hope – and one that she had mercifully remained silent about when talking to the girl – was the fact that they did not know she had been in Siegsdorff without her parents' knowledge or consent. They would think, therefore, that she would only be missed when she failed to return last night or this morning, whereas, the alarm would have been given late yesterday afternoon.
If they were trading on this in the hope that they would be well clear of the area before Colonel Templar took any steps to inform the police, there was a chance – a slim one, but it was there – that they could be caught unexpectedly in a road block somewhere along the autobahn. And then suddenly, with a sickening pang of dismay, the frightened girl saw in her mind, as clearly as if she had been looking at a photograph, the breakfast room at home. With her school books on the table. In her distress at the scene she had witnessed from the balcony, she had run straight out of the house without giving them another thought. As soon as her mother saw them there she would know that Susan had come home early for some reason… and she would guess at once that she must have seen or heard something of the debauch with the Burgomaster and the unknown man in her bedroom. Knowing, or believing that she knew, that Susan's absence was because of this, she would do everything in her power to reassure Colonel Templar that there was nothing suspicious about it. She might even say that she had allowed Susan to go and stay with friends for the night.
Her father might not even miss her until this evening when she failed to arrive from school again. And even if her mother had confided in him the fact that she had run away, she would have taken care to disguise or gloss over the real reason, so that in any case he would imagine it was simply some school girl excess rather than a case of foul play. So the police might not be looking for her at all!
Feeling more frightened and more alone than she ever had in her life, the voluptuous young brunette shrank back against the cushions as she cast frenziedly about her for some ray of hope, some idea, however farfetched, that might offer a way out of her predicament.
"Hey, Lisa!" the bulky youth sitting opposite her called out suddenly to the blonde in the front seat. "Don't you think maybe it's time our friend here started her training sessions?"
The blonde turned around, her wide lips curving into a sadistic smile and her eyes glinting.
"Klaus," she said, "you're right! Stefan – take over the wheel at the next pull-out… and you, Heinz, go and help Klaus and Kurt in the back."
Susan's lips were trembling. What could they mean? She watched in dread as Stefan rose and stood swaying slightly, crouched between the front seats while the boy with the unlit cigarette steered the mini-bus at full speed into a wooded parking area at the side of the turnpike. They passed a line of heavy trucks, slackened speed, and then, as Heinz took his foot from the throttle pedal, changed places adroitly before the Volkswagen had rolled to a standstill. Seconds later they were speeding down the curving slip road to rejoin the autobahn. As Lisa turned around to kneel on the passenger seat with her arms crossed on the back, Heinz moved into the rear of the vehicle and stood, his head bent forward by the roof, towering above the fearful girl.
"Take your clothes off," he said quietly.
"W-w-what did you say?" Susan gasped.
"You heard me. Take them off."
"I'll do no such thing!" the captive brunette flared with a pathetic attempt at defiance. "Why, I never heard… I've never…"
She broke off with a cry of pain as Heinz brought up his hand and slapped her viciously across the face. Instinctively she raised her arms to ward off the blow, but Kurt and Klaus moved up quickly behind her and pinioned them to her sides. Heinz shifted his unlit cigarette to the other side of his mouth and began methodically to slap her again, using both hands to assault each side of her face alternately… short, hard, cruel blows that rocked her head on her shoulders, brought tears spurting from her eyes, and made her ears ring intolerably. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times he brought his open palm cracking across her tender flesh.
Susan screamed, writhing and jerking in her captors' arms as she sought vainly to escape the punishing slaps. By the time he stopped, to stand swaying slightly with the motion of the vehicle, surveying her through slitted eyes, she was sobbing uncontrollably. She raised frantic eyes – and for an instant her gaze locked in the driving mirror with the troubled glance of Stefan. But before any communication could pass between them he had shifted his angle of vision nervously back to the road, staring through the streaming glass swept by the wiper blades at the monotonous gray landscape rushing towards them. Below the mirror Lisa's blonde head was poised expectantly, her parted lips glistening and her eyes brittle bright with anticipation.
"Go on, Heinz," she said. "Give her a couple more – just to make the point!"
"No!" Susan screamed. "Please! Please…! Nooooo!"
But the remorseless hand exploded twice more savagely against each smarting cheek.
"All right," Heinz panted when he had finished. "Now – are you going to take your clothes off, or do we have to tear them off?"
"Please!" the terrified teenager sobbed. "Please…"
She lifted her imploring, tear-stained face towards him, the cheeks striped crimson with the marks of his fingers. He raised his hand again.
"All right!" Susan screamed, cowering back against the two who were holding her arms. "All right! Anything… I'll do anything. But don't hit me again!"
With trembling hands, as Kurt and Klaus relaxed their grasp on her arms, she unzipped her parka and hauled the black cashmere jersey over her dark head. Klaus drew in his breath with a hiss as the tender flesh of her full, high-set young breasts, snugly encased in their simple white nylon brassiere, came into view. Under the watchful eyes of the three young men and the blonde in the front seat, the shivering girl bent down and took off her sneakers and jeans, a hot flush of embarrassment turning the marks on her face an even deeper red.
Now she stood before them, her head hanging with shame, naked except for the brassiere and a flimsy white triangle of nylon panties at her loins.
"Take those off too," Heinz ordered.
"B-b-but…" Susan faltered piteously, "but I'll be cold!"
For the first time she saw him smile.
"Not with what you'll be doing!" he said grimly. "Take them off!"
Whimpering softly, she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere. A moment later her tautly budding breasts with their sensitive uptilted nipples sprang free, and she slid the flimsy garment down her arms to the floor. As she bent once more to strip the panties from the smoothly rounded taper of her legs, Lisa scrambled over the seat and joined them in the back.
"All right," she said crisply. "Kurt, spread the rug. You others, look after the girl."
"W-w-what are you going to do?" Susan quavered fearfully.
"I told you we had plans for you," Lisa said with a malicious smile. "But I don't think you'll have enough experience to carry them out… yet. So, like I said, we're going to give you a little training session. Right now!"
As Kurt spread a tartan steamer rug on the floor between the seats, Susan burst into tears and hid her face in her hands. Pitiful incoherent pleadings forced their muffled way through her clenched fingers as her naked shoulders quivered and her chest heaved with racking sobs.
"Don't… please…! Let me go…! Please don't do it."
Behind the wheel, Stefan, cursed suddenly shifted down, braked, and then swerved around a slow-moving car pulling out in front of him as he overtook a heavy truck. With her eyes hidden by her hands, Susan was unprepared for the maneuver. She was thrown off balance, and fell to the floor. At once the three youths leaped on her and threw her on her back across the rug. Kneeling behind her, Kurt seized her wrists and stretched her arms above her head while Klaus and Heinz, grasping an ankle each, hauled her legs brutally apart. The petite brunette teenager lay naked and defenseless before her captors, spread-eagled and open, as cruelly stretched as a victim on a medieval torture rack!
Shuddering with terror, she gazed wild-eyed from face to pitiless face as they stared lasciviously at the quivering white mounds of her breasts, the softly trembling bulge of her young belly, and the dark triangle of soft pussy hair nestling up between her lewdly splayed legs. Dear God! There was nothing she could do against four of them! Shut away in the speeding mini-bus as it roared northwards along the interminable autobahn, she was utterly alone and at their mercy! The only victory she could win was a mental one: they could conquer her body, as she knew now they must, but it would be an empty triumph if her spirit remained unbeaten.
Stretched helpless on the throbbing floor of the Volkswagen, she lay listening to the whine of the flat four-cylinder motor, the rumble of wheels beneath her, and the swish of tires on the wet road as she closed her eyes and prayed for strength. Abruptly she opened them again as an alien touch on her flesh drew an involuntary gasp from her trembling lips. Lisa was kneeling between her spread thighs pawing obscenely at the soft flesh of her belly with slender, red-nailed hands.
"Ve-ery nice!" the sadistic German girl said tauntingly. Her hand moved lewdly upwards, caressing the fullness of one firm breast. "Now you just lie back, sweetie, and take your choice: you can co-operate, and we'll all have fun; or you can try and fight it, and just the four of us will have the fun. It's up to you!"
Susan felt her skin crawl with horror at the blonde's lustfully depraved touch as she strove desperately to find words that might in some way appeal to whatever sense of honor or decency these people might have buried within them. They were going to violate the virginal innocence of her young body – that was clear whatever incomprehensible gibberish they spoke about "plans" and "training". But now there was this additional nightmare too: it seemed the girl as well was going to take part! She had heard her schoolmates talking and giggling about lesbians, of course, but she knew nothing about them really. The very thought of another woman touching her secret parts filled her with revulsion. She froze in terror as the red-nailed hands raked teasingly down the trembling contours of her body, to linger caressingly among the sparse hairs silkily mantling her pubic mound.
"Before you fuck her," the blonde crooned, raising her head to stare at each of the youths in turn, "I think I ought to open up the road a little, don't you? It's going to be a hard drive otherwise, if she's really a virgin!"
"Go ahead, Lisa," Kurt said from behind Susan's head. "You're the boss!"
Between the open edges of her black leather jacket, the German girl's breasts were heaving with excitement. For a moment she feasted her eyes on the vision of the helpless little brunette's shuddering hair-covered loins, and then her head sank slowly towards Susan's nakedly exposed vaginal slit. As the realization of what Lisa was about to do hit her, a despairing groan forced its way past the defenseless teenager's lips. She would have nothing left! They were going to plunder her of every vestige of decency!
A convulsive spasm jerked her thigh and belly muscles as she felt the cool moistness of the blonde's lips pressing into the sensitive flesh of her abdomen. She tried to cringe away from the girl's touch, but the sudden wet contact sent an inexplicable unwanted chill racing the length of her spine. She felt the heated lips trace tantalizingly downwards to the furrow at the top of her thighs as Lisa's thumbs spread the soft dark pussy hair hiding her most secret flesh. A moment later, the German girl's tongue had laced snake-like into the tight cringing slit of Susan's vagina, sending a shudder rippling through the teenager's loins at the electrifying contact of moistly heated tongue against her clitoris. Susan felt the wiry, long-nailed fingers dig into her sensitive flesh as Lisa clamped her palms against the soft insides of her thighs, splaying them wider still, and she forced her head up from the floor, her eyes wide with abject horror, to see that her ravisher too had lifted her head and was grinning up at her between Susan's nakedly upstanding breasts.
Further back, Klaus and Heinz smiled salaciously down at her as they forced her legs obscenely apart. Defenseless and vulnerable, she lay sacrificed before them all, her humiliation complete. Weeping piteously now, she watched Lisa's tongue circling her lips as the German girl rested her thumbs on the soft fleshy cuntal flanges and, with a slow torturing outward movement, drew the pussy-lips apart to expose the darkly moist furrow up between the teenager's widespread legs for all to see. As though they were spectators at a sporting event, the three youths holding her down uttered a series of excited "Bravos!" – and then, still smiling as if she were on stage, Lisa dropped her head and buried the full length of her slippery tongue up inside the hotly throbbing tunnel of Susan's tight little pussy.
The pinioned girl jerked convulsively, a whimpering moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground hard down onto the rug, endeavoring to escape the maddening oral assault by this strange German girl. She shivered uncontrollably as Lisa drew, with a liquid suck of her bright lips, the tiny bud of Susan's clitoris wetly up into her hot mouth. It can't be happening to me! It can't! The cruelly spread-eagled teenager groaned over and over to herself, her head falling back to the floor of the speeding Volkswagen bus and twisting frenziedly from side to side as Lisa's face rocked in greedy feast between her legs and her tongue fucked in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of Susan's cunt.
Yet in spite of her terror and revulsion at the depraved attack on her defenseless loins, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were beginning to purl deep down in Susan's belly… and on her firm young breasts, jiggling sensuously now from the buffeting her pelvis was suffering, the nipples had already spiked out taut and erect. Seeing the malicious smirks on the watching faces of the two boys holding her legs, she clenched her eyes tightly shut as the whirlpools of sensation tearing out of control through her loins began to build and build.
Dear God, she must fight this new enemy with all her strength! She must not succumb to the betrayal of her body. She couldn't let them win! She couldn't! But suddenly the experienced blonde's tongue arrowed forward, burrowing far up into her wetly straining cunt, and shock spiraled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull – like a child's firework rocket, it burst there into a million stars, showering hot pinpoints of desire over her whole naked body. Her loins sprang involuntarily forward, burying the flickering tongue to its root. Fire was rapidly replacing fear as the practiced lips and tongue of her ravisher plundered her quivering young pussy. Dear God, what was happening to her? She had never felt so lewdly wanton in her life! It was even more delightful than last night with Stefan.
Spontaneously, under the expert ministrations of the wickedly teasing tongue in her cunt, she had come erotically alive! Her nakedly rounded buttocks ground desperately up off the rug, frantically trying to quell the searing lashes of lustful flame suddenly searing her sensibilities and inhibitions. Through blurred eyes she saw Lisa's nodding head, felt the hands pinioning her arms and legs release their grasp as her own hands dropped to hook talon-like into the blonde tresses of the older girl slavering at her loins. A low moan rasped from her throat as she clutched Lisa's head tightly to her, grinding her eager young cunt tightly up into the German girl's face. God Almighty, what the girl was doing was no longer enough! The demons of unwanted lust were dancing with ever-increasing fury about the shuddering pink edges of her seething virginal cunt! She wanted more! Something more substantial!
No sooner had the thought formed in her dazed mind, than everything changed! Suddenly Lisa's head was no longer at her loins. Instead, Susan's lust-crazed eyes saw the kneeling figure of Heinz, his jeans unzippered, his thick erect penis jutting out from his pelvis like the shaft of a heavy blunt spear. She shivered. The veins marbling the underside of it were gnarled and hard; the purplish sperm bloated head was already protruding wickedly from the stretched foreskin. All at once she was terrified! The demons of lust retreated. He was going to plunge that iron-hard staff deep up into the trembling depths of her virginal belly! She was going to be raped! Desperately she struggled to sit up, levering herself half upright on her elbows.
"No!" she cried frantically. "No, please… I don't… don't do it to me…! Please…"
But at a sign from Lisa, Kurt seized her wrists once more and forced them back over her head, thrusting her down brutally on the rug as he stretched the struggling teenager into her former position. At the same time, Lisa herself and Klaus grabbed her ankles and jerked her shuddering legs viciously apart. Kneeling between her splayed thighs, Heinz massaged the loose skin of his cock savagely up and down the lust-hardened shaft. Astonishingly, the cigarette was still between his lips. Supporting his weight on one hand, he leaned forward and guided the bulbous head, now wetly glistening with seminal fluid, towards the gasping hair-fringed lips of Susan's tight little cunt.
"Oh… no… please… no… No!"
As the hard rubbery tip nudged against her sensitive folds of pink flesh, the captive teenager jerked and twitched, moaning out her desperation between clenched teeth as she tried fruitlessly to free her wrists and ankles from her captors' grasp. Grinning malevolently, Heinz inserted the lust-swollen head of his throbbing cock between her moistly glistening pussy lips. He flexed his hips and pushed.
"No… Oh God. Please… no…"
The petite brunette's hair flailed from side to side, her eyes frozen in stunned disbelief that this was actually happening. Susan's vagina, already wetly sliding with her own secretions and the saliva from Lisa's slavering mouth, smoothly accepted the tip of the rigidly massive staff. But when two inches of his hotly throbbing penis were buried within the trembling walls of her cunt, Heinz felt his sensitive cock-head batter softly against the stretched membrane of her hymen. He grinned like a jackal – a grin that rapidly faded to a mask of sadistic cruelty. Drawing a deep breath, he thrust his powerful hips fiercely down with all his force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! You… You're splitting… me-eeeee!"
The violated teenager screamed, thrashing wildly from side to side as she writhed her hips in a vain attempt to evade the brutal impalement that was sending flaming tongues of agony scorching through her belly. But her struggles only served to embed the raping rod of thick flesh more deeply in the tight hot tunnel of her virgin cunt. Panting, Heinz redoubled his efforts, brutally ramming the swollen tip of his pulsating cock against the membrane that was impeding his passage. Susan's pelvic muscles locked solid. She arched her hips convulsively off the floor, and, as the agonizing pain searing through her violated cunt became intolerable, she screamed again. And all at once the obstructive tissue ruptured and gave under the pressure of the heatedly rigid cock. A final bolt of agony stabbed through the cruelly spread-eagled girl's loins and then the thick skewering penis surged forward into her plundered vagina, pushing rippling waves of flesh before it as it plowed ferociously up the tight little passage. Heinz's pelvis thudded against Susan's pubic mound and his sperm-packed testicles slapped harshly into the wet crevice of her buttocks. He was home… buried right up to the hilt in her violated, now no longer virginal pussy! As the ravished sixteen year old girl sobbed and gasped, squirming and struggling against the cruel grips pinioning her hands and feet, he arched his own hips, slowly withdrawing the raping cock until only the throbbing head was only just inside the clasping mouth of her cunt.
"My God, but it's tight in there!" he panted.
And then, tensing the muscles of his buttocks, he thrust the whole stiffened length of his big pulsating penis relentlessly back in again. For the third time, Susan screamed, but her cry was less frantic and less wild than before. As the German boy began a slow, teasing in-and-out rocking movement of his hips, plunging and withdrawing the rigid staff of his penis, she became gradually accustomed to the thick pole of inflexible flesh wedging apart her tender vaginal walls. Lisa's breath was hissing between her teeth.
"Go on, Heinz!" she urged. "Give it to her! Ram it into her! Fuck that cock so far up that she can taste it!"
Panting with lustful excitement, Heinz increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His groin slammed rhythmically down against Susan's loins, his thick hardened cock plowing in and out of her ravaged little pussy as her spread-eagled body jerked and twitched with the fury of his assault. Slowly the mewling sobs tearing at the cute teenager's laboring lungs altered their quality. Once more the unbidden flickers of lustful arousal stabbed through her nerves with mounting intensity. Her hot young cunt was aflame once more with wanton desire as Heinz pounded his raping cock with ever-increasing violence into the scalding wet depths of her belly.
Forgotten was her humiliation, forgotten the shame, forgotten the bestial violation she was suffering. The demons of lust were dancing again, and the sole thought left in her passion-crazed mind was that he must go on and on forever and ever. But as she mouthed out her incoherent cries of lewd encouragement, Heinz's body suddenly stiffened. A strangled groan burst from his open mouth as his hips shuddered convulsively – and his expanding penis rammed far up into Susan's wetly clasping cunt began a wild staccato jerking that spewed his white-hot cum in spurts against the neck of her womb. She moaned her disappointment aloud as she felt the savagely invading shaft wilt and deflate.
God Almighty, she was being brutally raped, and now that it was over she wanted more! More than anything else in the whole world she needed cock! It was humiliating, it was degrading, it was wicked and depraved, and it meant that her mind was totally subjugated by the clamoring demands of her sensually awakened body… but she had to have more cock! Writhing frenziedly between the imprisoning hands, she was dimly aware of Heinz's penis pulling free of her demanding cunt with a sucking squelch. As he scrambled to one side, leaving a long string of sticky sperm trailing across her naked thigh, she saw Lisa make a sign to the other two youths… and a moment later her hands and legs were free, and Kurt was hunched down between her trembling legs as he unzippered his fly and yanked out his long, thin, eagerly upstanding shaft of hard flesh.
Involuntarily she reached for him, hauling down his head as she arched her pelvis upwards, frantically kissing his lips, his nose, his eyes, as her tongue slavered over his handsome face. Then, gasping in hoarse passion, she guided the wet seeping head of his cock straight into the gaping chasm of her hungrily yearning vagina, his lean young body wringing a deep groan of contentment from her lips as he rammed his angrily throbbing cock as deep as it would lunge into her quivering pussy. Susan strained against him, wanting him even deeper, wanting him further still up this insanely quivering cunt of hers! "Go on!" she gasped in a frenzy of lustful abandon.
"Go on… deeper… deeper… fuck deeper…! Oh God! You're not getting in far enough!"
Kurt speared his tongue hotly into her wide-open mouth, hoping to compensate, the saliva from his working lips drooling into her throat. Rapidly, she sucked on it, her body caught up in a crazy vortex of naked raw lust, a whirlwind of desire such as she had never known existed! Cock! Cock! Cock! That was all she wanted, all she would ever want again, now that she had felt it. She had to have cock! The German boy's pulsating penis pistoned mercilessly into her, splatting pelvis against pelvis with every brutal hammering thrust. He was bringing her almost to climax with the savage drubbing of his body alone… And then suddenly, as she bucked wantonly, maddeningly, uncontrollably beneath him, she sensed his plunging rod of flesh stiffen without warning, squirting its heated liquid passion far up into the obscenely milking walls of her tortured womb.
The lustfully aroused brunette cried aloud in frustration and disappointment. She'd been so nearly there! The peak had been only a fraction away! How could they do this to her? Straining crazily for his deflating cock until he pulled it from her with a wet sluicing sound, she twisted from under him, passionately calling for more, more, more, as the fires of unassuaged desire raged on in her loins. Tears streamed from her eyes as she saw the astonished face of Kurt swim away from her; she gazed unseeingly up through the windshield of the Volkswagen, past the swishing wiper blades at the gray skies and the rain still falling in torrents.
She turned her head mindlessly from side to side as she thrust her empty loins convulsively into the air. And then suddenly she saw it! They were crowded around Klaus. The other two youths were stripping his pants off and Lisa was obscenely milking his shaft. Susan stared at it unbelievingly: it couldn't be true! She gaped at them as they guided him between her thighs, gaped at the giant penis rearing up from his muscular belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists beneath it balled between his legs. It was monstrous! It was the most frightening thing she had ever seen!
There was silence – broken only by the hum of the Volkswagen bus' motor and tires on the wet autobahn as Susan gazed wildly around the circle of lustfully intent young faces. Suddenly, she was afraid. For a moment the demons retreated again, and she drew her thighs tightly against her belly, locking them together as fear snaked through her veins. It couldn't be true, she thought in terror! None of it could be true! Good God, Klaus would split her wide open! He wasn't human! That horrendous cock would tear her apart! The three other faces came closer, avid for the marvel about to take place before them. Heinz and Kurt squatted beside her on the rug, wrenching her legs far apart and then bending her body double so that her toes touched the floor behind her.
Her entire vaginal plane was offered up to the kneeling German youth in defenseless sacrifice… and then Lisa leaning over with a depraved smile twisting her scarlet lips, reached out to splay apart with her middle finger and thumb the delicate coral slit nestling among Susan's soft pussy hair Klaus' eyes glistened with anticipation as he stared greedily at the helplessly upturned cunt before him. As he shuffled his bulky body forward, the blonde gang leader plunged the fingers of her other hand between the swollen hair-fringed lips of Susan's plundered vagina and smoothed the secretions streaming wetly from it around the quivering lips lubricating the way. Recoiling from her obscene touch the helpless teenager gaped up between her splayed thighs in awed terror at the huge bulging penis inching slowly towards the vulnerable crevice up between her legs.
Her tremendous passion of a few minutes before quenched by the fearsome sight, she was unable to drag her eyes from the horrifying instrument that was only seconds away from ripping her tight young cunt into a million shards of agony. For a moment she froze in abject stillness. Then, without warning, Klaus tensed his loins and she unexpectedly found herself lifting her pelvis upwards as if she was under some sort of evil spell, searching with her gaping cunt for the massive rod of flesh that was going to split her apart! She wanted it, she realized with a thrill of horror! She cringed in terror from its size but she wanted it! She had to have it inside her! Through lust-dimmed eyes she saw her lewdly incited captors gasp as the bloated purple head nudged for a moment, as a stallion's might, at the trembling pink flanges of her moistly quivering flesh. And even as she thrust her loins hungrily up at his pulsating hardness, she was screaming.
"No! No, Klaus! You can't… you can't…! You'll kill me!"
"Ram her, Klaus!" Lisa cried hoarsely, snatching her hand away from Susan's wet cunt and thrusting it furiously into the open fly of her own jeans. "Stuff it into the little bitch! Screw the shit out of her!"
With a lunge of his powerful hips, the bulky youth forced the rigidly gleaming head a fraction of an inch inside Susan's tight-stretched cunt, brutally expanding the moist rubbery folds almost to the ripping point. The doubled-up teenager threw her head back and shrieked insanely.
"Nooooooooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
The huge cock submerged a tortured inch as she tried desperately to free her legs from the ruthless imprisonment of the hands shackling her, to kick free and escape this inhuman, agonizing impalement. But they held her fast and she screamed again, louder this time: "Eeeeeeeeeugh! It's too big! It's too big! It's… Aaaaaaaaggghhh! It's splitting me open! Stop! Stop…!"
She was certain the lips of her ravaged cunt must really be tearing this time. The pain was unendurable, racking her cruelly stretched body like bolts of flesh-searing lightning. Klaus groaned softly and leaned harder towards her. Another inch slowly slipped up into her rippling little belly.
"Aaaaarrhhh!"
Her beautiful young face was tortured as Lisa and the two other youths leaned in closer over the American teenager's perspiring body. Their faces hung within inches of her straining nakedness, gaping as if hypnotized at the raping of the virginal brunette by the muscular boy who was fucking and skewering into her soft white flesh as though she was some medieval servant girl summoned to the high table by the lord of the manor. Kurt and Heinz, their throbbing cocks erect again, were jerking furiously at their blood-engorged shafts and Lisa's fingers were scrabbling wildly in the throbbing wet cleft up between her muscular thighs. With their free hands they began clutching at Susan's flesh, squeezing and massaging her ripely swaying breasts, clawing over every part of her nakedly contorted body until she felt she must be covered with crawling things, feverishly working to enter every orifice.
"No! No! No!" she sobbed hysterically, as she felt the long hard cock sliding painfully up into her agonized vagina. Tears spurted from her eyes. "Nooooooo!"
She quaked spasmodically as the relentless giant cock plowed into the stretched folds of her painfully stretched cunt… and then suddenly Klaus was in as deep as he could go! He had made it! His gigantic rod of muscle and hard flesh lay buried to the hilt inside her violently quivering vagina as his pelvis smacked against the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and the immense semen-inflated sac of testicles below his cock swayed between her trembling ass-cheeks. He flexed the great head and Susan groaned. He flexed it again, and once more she protested… though the agony, miraculously, had lessened and this time the sound was fainter.
She raised her eyes, even proud in some perverse fashion that her tight little cunt could swallow such a thing! All around her astonished eyes were peering over her doubled-up body at the enormous buried penis. She knew why they stared and it made her proud! From each side now eager fingers roamed lewdly again over Susan's distended buttocks, tugging brutally at the fleshy hair-covered lips suckling this Herculean shaft.
A fingertip probed beneath the dangling bull-like sac of Klaus' balls, flirting teasingly with her defenseless puckered anus. She winced as suddenly it jabbed, slipping inside the tightly clenched nether ring and worming deeply around in the tender spongy cavern within. Slowly, at first, and then with increasing fury, the big German boy began a torturing saw-like motion in and out of Susan's moistly trembling pussy, plunging without mercy from the crest of each withdrawal to slam her agony-filled little body hard down against the floorboards of the speeding Volkswagen mini-bus. The finger sunk in her anus rolled from side to side, enlarging the tiny opening until the palm of the invading hand lay flat against her rounded ass-cheeks and the raping digit was united with the massively drubbing cock in a complimentary rhythm to raise unexpected whines and whimpers of elation from the naked young girl's drooling mouth.
The pain was astonishingly subsiding and a strange sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation had unexpectedly aroused bizarre masochistic delights that surged through her bloodstream. Almost of their own volition, her hips commenced unanticipated gyrating motions in abandoned unison with the accelerating speed of the cock and finger fucking into her. Writhing lustfully amidst the clutching hands crawling everywhere over her vibrant flesh, the petite brunette abandoned herself completely to the thought of the monstrous staff pistoning deep up into her hungry cunt… fucking into her, growing and expanding with every thrust while the anonymous finger reamed out her tightly clenched rectum like another throbbing cock!
She was a prisoner… a helpless, defenseless prisoner who could do nothing against the ravishment – the delicious ravishment – of her rapturously throbbing cunt and anus, strapped between their battering lust like some poor ensnared animal. "Oh God! Oh God! Yes… yes, fuck me this way! Fuck me this way!" she mewled, her brain reeling with desire as she rotated her upthrust ass-cheeks faster and faster in time with the shafts of finger and flesh pummeling into her.
"Don't stop! Give it to me! Fuck me like that!"
Somebody seized her hand and placed a cock in it, wrapping the fingers snugly around the throbbing shaft. Then she had one in each hand, to milk and jerk in time with the lovable, beautiful Klaus' magnificent fucking weapon drubbing into her scalding cunt – and suddenly she sensed its abrupt pulsating heaving.
"No!" she cried desperately. "No! Wait, wait, wait!"
But it was too late. The bulky youth's lips bared back from his teeth. His head jerked upwards. And as the muscles of his loins contracted, his heavy balls forced gush after gush of hot thick sperm deep into her shuddering belly. She tried to arrest it, grinding her seething loins tight against his pelvis – but the very nature of the movement defeated her purpose: the sucking grasp of her cunt milked the jerking cock clean, until the final dregs of Klaus' vast spurting load gurgled deep within her quaking womb.
Despite the frenzy of her frustration, a shiver of wanton delight rippled through Susan's belly as she felt the hotly squirting sperm jet into her… and then suddenly, even as his monstrous cock was already deflating, unexpectedly, marvelously, it happened! Her orgasm came over her like a breathtaking tidal-wave of searing, indescribable elation, roaring through her wildly aroused body, the lips of her wetly clasping cunt still sucking at Klaus' deflated penis, her breath rasping in short frenzied gasps as the powerful, shattering sensations flooded her from the top of her skull to her desperately curling toes!
"Oh, God… oh, God… I'm going to cum! I'm cumming… cuuuuummmming! Oooooohhhhh!" she wailed hysterically as the cocks in her hands began to spew forth their viscid loads, spurting hotly against her naked breasts and ribs while the blonde gang leader, Lisa, collapsed with a sobbing shudder of ecstasy across her suddenly released legs.
As the five of them lay in an exhausted tangle on the floor, the Volkswagen lurched to the right and the motor coughed and died. Behind the wheel, Stefan cursed and steered silently on to the hard shoulder at the side of the road. "We're out of gas!" he announced.