"Two burgers, a chili, and three Buds. That right?"
"Sure is, pretty lady," the man said, eyeing Brenda lewdly. "Ya know, you're just about the juiciest piece of ass I've seen in months!" He reached over and pinched her roughly on her ass.
"Please!" Brenda gasped. She jumped out of his grasp, but not before he had bruised her delicate skin.
"Just showin' my admiration," the man said, and his two friends laughed.
Fuming, Brenda marched away. She was used to getting attention from the truckers who stopped in at the restaurant – even some fresh remarks – but these guys were way out of bounds. They looked like real outlaws, too, with their dirty, unkempt clothes and the shifty look in their eyes.
She shuddered, dismissing them from her mind as she picked up an order of eggs and toast and set it on the counter for Slim Brenner.
"Those guys bother you again, and I'll show 'em the door," Slim said.
"Oh, I don't think they mean any real harm, but they are pretty rowdy," Brenda said, smiling at him.
For three years he'd been coming to the truck stop on his runs, and Slim always had a kind word for Brenda. The way he looked at her, she knew he wanted to fuck her. But still, he always acted like a gentleman.
"You're looking real pretty tonight," he said. "Change your hair or something?"
"No," Brenda said, patting his hand in a friendly way. "Same as usual. But I am feeling really terrific."
He had been the fourth person that evening to mention how especially nice she looked and only she knew the extra color in her cheeks and the little bounce in her walk was due to the wild fuck sessions she'd been enjoying with her boy.
When the order for the corner table was ready. Brenda picked it up and in as businesslike a way as she could, she set the plates on the table and turned to leave. But the once again, the bearded man interfered, grabbing her by the wrist.
"What time do you get off tonight, sugar?"
"Late!" she said, setting her jaw.
"Hell, we can wait, can't we, Bo?"
In answer, Bo reached over, lifted the hem of Brenda's waitress uniform and peeked up at her panties.
"Stop that!" she cried.
Bo gave her a lewd smile and let her dress drop back into place.
This was too much for Slim. He got up from his stool at the counter and strode to the corner table, curling his hands in fists.
"I think you should apologize to the lady." Bo looked him up and down and gave him a sneer. "Hell no!"
Slim grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of his seat, but Bo was ready for him, and with devastating force, landed an undercut to his jaw.
Slim sprawled on the floor, knocking his head hard.
"Oh my God!" Brenda cried. She knelt down beside him, gently slapping his cheeks to bring him around.
Bo looked at his two friends and said: "Hell, let's get out of here. I don't want to eat this crap anyway!"
Contemptuously, he threw his hamburger and fries on the floor, and walked out the door, the others following him.
Brenda was sobbing as she cradled Slim's bleeding head in her lap. Billy, the cook, was already on the phone, calling for an ambulance. There were no other customers in the restaurant.
By the time the ambulance came and went, it was nearly midnight. Brenda, heartsick, intended to follow Slim to the hospital.
She walked out to the parking lot. It was dark and deserted, and she felt vaguely afraid. When she bent to put her key in the lock, a rough hand covered her mouth, and another grabbed her around the tits.
She tried to scream, but no sound escaped.
Kicking and screaming, she was dragged to a truck parked in the shadow of a stand of willows.
She could see now, in the dim light of a distant street lamp, that her kidnappers were the three men in the restaurant who had insulted her and beaten Slim.
The blond one with the beard opened the back of the truck end the other two threw her inside. Bo and a hulking man with a scar on his cheek and long, greasy black hair, got in behind her. The blond man locked them in.
Brenda was terrified. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to rape her, perhaps even kill her. Her eyes darted about the truck, trying to discover an escape route.
"Well, well, well…" the tall man with the greasy hair said, approaching her. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
"Heeeelp!" she screamed. She lunged for the back door and started hammering on it with her fists, but he tackled her, hard.
He had her pinned so she couldn't move. She could feel his hot rancid breath on the back of her neck, could feel his heavy limbs pressing into her thighs.
Roughly, he unzipped the back of her uniform, and pulled so hard on her bra strap that it broke. Then he pulled down her panties.
"Shiiit! Ain't that pretty!" he said, gazing down at her cunt lips.
"Hold it, Joe! Keep that slimy prick of yours out of her pussy! You know Dan gets it first!"
"Fuck Dan!" Joe rasped.
At just that moment, the truck started with a jerk, moving north onto Ash Street.
Brenda nearly fainted when she heard the rasp of another zipper – undoubtedly the fly in Joe's pants.
"Ungh!" she grunted. He pressed his prick head against her defenseless pussy.
"Mmmm, nice and tight and warm," Joe murmured. Then he spit into his hands and rubbed the spit on his prick shaft, and before Brenda knew what was happening, he moved his prick head down to her asshole and fucked in nearly two inches up her dry ass.
"Aaaaauugh!" she screamed. The pain was terrible. The man's prick was thick, and she was certain it was going to rip her guts apart.
"That's it, you stupid bitch? Take it up your ass!" he grunted, slapping her ass hard.
Brenda blacked out for several seconds, and when she came to, he was fucking in and out of her asshole, reaming her out mercilessly.
God, let him come, please let him come! Brenda thought silently, her ass jolting with pain. Every stroke was pushing her body into the rough floor of the truck, dragging her cunt-mound.
Then to her surprise and dismay, her clit sparked to life, burgeoning with excitement. It was impossible – the most filthy of men was brutally raping her ass, and her clit was fully aroused, sinking with excitement as it thumped against the floor.
"No, no, nooo!" she cried, rapping her fists against the floor, but he kept fucking into her with his wide cock, stretching the delicate tissues of her ass chute to the breaking point.
"Take it, bitch!" Joe growled, and then all of a sudden, he arched his back, his face screwing up tight, as he let out an unworldly howl of release.
"Nooooo!" Brenda cried. Hot jizz sizzled up her ass and at the same time, a wild, convulsive orgasm shafted through her clit and pussy.
Tears poured down her face. It was bad enough being raped, but she was angry with herself for having derived pleasure from it.
"I-I – hate you, you son of a bitch!" she spat, trying to pull free of him.
This struck Joe as funny, and he laughed, slapping her hard across the ass as his prick, now small and sodden, slipped from her hole.
Roughly, he turned her over, and he and Bo both looked down in admiration at her beautiful tits, now slightly red and bruised from being dragged across the floor.
Suddenly, the truck came to a halt. "Let go of me!" Brenda cried, and somehow, she managed to wriggle free, grabbing her waitress uniform and holding it over her tits as she crawled into a corner of the truck.
Moments later, the back door opened, and Dan stood there, grinning at the three of them. Brenda tried to bolt out past him.
"Whoa, there!" he laughed, catching her roughly and throwing her back into the truck. "We got us a wild one, don't we?"
He was staring at her big, bouncing tits and the silvery hair of her pussy. Suddenly his eyes narrowed. "One of you fuck her?"
Joe looked down. "Naw, we were just having a little fun, but we ain't fucked her. She's all yours."
Dan's face softened. "Well, you sure are a pretty bitch, ain't you?" He looked her up and down. "Stand up!"
She didn't respond, but just crossed her arms over her tits and pressed her thighs together tight, so he couldn't see up her pussy.
"I said, stand up!" He walked over to her and slapped her hard across the face.
She groaned, and tears started down her cheeks, but she did not move.
"You need a little discipline, don't you?" He slapped her other cheek, harder this time.
"Oooof!" The pain in her cheek, coupled with the pain in her ass, was killing her.
They're going to have their way anyway, she thought, so why let him go on beating me up? Wearily, she got to her feet, dropping her arms to her side, and uncovering her tits.
"My, my, my…" Dan said, approaching her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her, and when she tried to pull her face away, he slapped her again.
He smelled of sweat and beer, and her stomach turned as he kissed her again.
"Nice fucking tits!" he grunted when he broke the kiss. He grabbed her tits and began kneading them roughly, gouging them with his dirty, broken fingernails.
"Ungh, no!" Brenda cried, pulling away from him.
But it was no good. All she did was hurt her tits more by trying to pull away. And what was even more humiliating, she felt the first stirrings of excitement deep in her cunt. Her nipples had already grown hard and pointy, and pussy cream was gushing from between her cunt lips.
"You like this, don't you, cunt?" He dug his nails into her tits even harder, and she whimpered and groaned. But she felt her clit emerging from its protective sheath, felt her pussy muscles spasming violently.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. As if hypnotized, Brenda did exactly what he demanded. She got on her hands and knees.
Dan stripped out of his shoes and pants and dropped down behind her.
She tensed, wondering if he were going to fuck her up the ass. When he pressed his prick head up against her cunt, she actually felt some relief.
In a small, little-girl voice she said: "Please, don't do this to me. I'm a mother, I'm a…"
"And that makes, me a motherfucker!" Dan said, laughing at his own joke. The others laughed as well, and without warning, Dan fucked his prick into Brenda's pussy. "Ungh!" she groaned. His prick was relatively short and slim, and shafted in with ease.
"Nice, ungh, cunt!" Dan panted, reaching around her back and grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard as he stirred his prick around her cunt.
Brenda closed her eyes, trying to block it all out, but she couldn't help feeling the slow, grasping motions of her cunt or the sharp, tingling sensations in her nipples and clit.
She used all of her self-control to keep her cunt still, not wanting the men to know that she was enjoying their filthy cocks.
Now Bo unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips. He wasn't wearing shorts, and once his prick was free of the confines of his pants, it stuck out nearly a foot.
Brenda swallowed hard, afraid of what was next.
He dropped down in front of her on his knees, so his prick head bobbed right in front of her face.
"Suck me!" he commanded.
At the same moment, Dan withdrew his prick and jabbed it back in her pussy.
"Hungh-ungh!" Brenda grunted, her body shaking uncontrollably as her pussy muscles spasmed around his invading prick.
"Suck, woman!" Bo grabbed her by her hair and forced her lips against his long cock.
Brenda closed her eyes and ovaled her lips, hating herself for doing as he asked.
"Oooomph!" His prick slid into her mouth, the wide head pressing up against her tonsils, exerting pressure at the back of her throat.
"Suck!" Bo said again, pulling hard on her hair.
Brenda winced in pain and began sucking for all she was worth. Bo groaned and gasped and wriggled his ass as she worked magic on his prick.
Meanwhile, Dan was still fucking into her hot little cunt, and every time he jabbed inside, he forced her mouth farther down Bo's prick.
She was filled up with cock meat, strained to the limit. Her face turned beet-red as she struggled to breathe. And then she somehow maneuvered herself, relaxing throat muscles and arching her neck, so that Bo's cock head sped down past her tonsils and into her sweet, supple throat.
"Aw, shit! This bitch can suck!" he gasped, shuddering with pleasure as her throat muscles began to clench his big prick.
All Brenda wanted now was to get both men off. She figured that the sooner she did that, the sooner they would stop torturing her. She bucked back at Dan, taking his prick deep into her pussy and squeezing it with the vise like grip of her pussy muscles, only to loosen up and begin the soft undulations that drove him wild.
"Ummmph! Umph!" he gasped, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he got closer and closer to a climax.
Bo was not far behind him. As Brenda sucked and licked and squeezed his long prick, he began fondling his balls, holding them in his palm and squeezing softly.
His mouth became slick, his eyes, little slits of lust. Sweat flowed down his forehead. Now and then, Brenda looked up at him beneath lowered lashes, and she shuddered at his wild, dirty appearance.
Yet each time she did this, she felt a savage jolt of lust bolt through her pussy, and she squeezed extra hard around Dan's prick.
In spite of herself she was really getting into cock sucking, and with superb timing, she would let up on Bo's prick allowing it to slip up her throat, only to pounce on it again. She needed no coaxing from him now, so he loosened his grip on her hair.
She was sucking and fucking with tremendous passion. Her body was coated with sweat, her ass moving non-stop in a sexual gyration that had Dan out of his mind with lust. His fuck strokes were getting harder and faster. His fingernails were digging deeper into her tit-flesh.
"Aaaaah!" Dan cried, nearly yanking her tits off as he came.
The sudden thrust sent Brenda's lips careening all the way down Bo's prick, so she deep throated him again, her nose sticking in the scruffy brush of his cock-bush.
"Aw shit! Shiiit!" Bo bellowed, and he dumped a heavy load of jizz into Brenda's belly.
The men pulled their pricks from cunt and mouth, woozy with the power of their climaxes. It might have been a good time for Brenda to try for an escape, but she lay on the floor, as woozy and drained as they were. Now and then her legs trembled and her face twitched as the last of her climaxes washed over her.
She was fucked out. In spite of herself she had come and come and come, and her pussy was even now pumping out a thick load of pungent cunt cum.
This fact was not lost on Joe, who was once again the proud owner of a hard-on. He walked over to where Brenda was lying, and before she knew what was happening, he mounted her, sticking his enormous prick deep into her cunt.
"Ungh, no!" she said weakly, looking up at him with bleary eyes.
"Yessss!" he hissed, and he began fucking into her without delay.
Brenda seesawed in and out of consciousness, and each time she came to, she felt his thick prick head pounding at the very end of her cunt tunnel, sending a shattering series of thrills through her guts.
"No, no, no!" she groaned over and over, thrashing her head from side to side. He was going to make her come again, and it was the last thing she wanted from these filthy pigs.
But Joe was relentless. In and out he fucked his enormous cock, stirring up her cunt juices, sending overwhelming pangs of pleasure through her pussy and up her spine.
"Annie!" Brenda cried, pounding futilely at his chest with her little fists.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Joe cried at last, heaving into her, dumping a load of cum.
Brenda began sobbing as her orgasm ripped through her, giving her the searing pleasure that only a thick, powerful cock could bring her.
When Joe got up, wiping his prick with his shirt tail, he looked down at her, and shook his head in amazement. "You're a great fuck! Too bad we can't take you with us!"
By now, Dan and Bo had hitched up their pants and put on their shoes.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Bo asked.
"Leave her here," Dan answered.
"But if she goes to the police…"
"She won't go to the police, cause if she does…" He pantomimed the action of a knife slitting a throat, and Brenda shuddered.
They didn't have to worry. She was ashamed and humiliated about her own behavior, she'd never tell. "Please – I promise I won't tell anyone. Just-just let me go."
They opened the back of the truck, and pushed her out, then threw her uniform shoes after her. Her stockings had been ripped to shreds.
Then Dan climbed into the truck and started it and they drove away.
Brenda was too stunned to cry. She was beginning to feel all the aches and pains from their brutal treatment, and slowly and painfully she slipped into her uniform and shoes.
It was very dark, but she managed to make out several lights in the distance, and when she approached them, she realized she was on Concord Street. It was less than a mile back to the restaurant, and she decided she'd walk back and get the car. No one must know what had happened to her.