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CHAPTER ELEVEN

They grabbed her as she came around the van to get in her sports car. They grabbed her, pulled her roughly inside and slammed the door shut. Mitzi saw the blade of the knife gleam as the man brought it toward her tits.

"Quiet, baby!" he hissed. "You keep quiet or I'll cut off those beauties!"

He pressed the tip into her side, just enough for her to gasp from the sharp pain. Mitzi looked at him in terror, her eyes wide and staring, her mouth working soundlessly as she tried to find the voice to assure them of her submission.

"You going to be a good girl?" the heavier man asked her. "You going to behave yourself and not give us any trouble?"

She nodded soundlessly as he leered over her body. Her dress had come up around her waist. Her neckline had torn enough so that one tit hung exposed from the soft material. She saw him leer at her body and moisten his lips in anticipation. He nodded to his companion and motioned toward the driver's seat in the van.

"All right, Tom," he muttered, "Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere and try out this fancy piece of pussy. She looked down her nose at us in there just now. I don't see her looking down her nose any more. Seems to me like she's gone awfully soft."

The motor roared to life. Mitzi felt her body sway as the skinny man backed out of the parking slot and turned the van out into the street. The heavy figure beside her kept the knife pressed against her, its point pricking her with every turn, every bump the driver made. She glanced around the van. The bed had been covered with deep pile carpeting. From the feel, Mitzi decided that they must have laid foam rubber down underneath. She bounced as the truck rumbled along the street. She heard the racing of the motor and felt the acceleration as they moved up onto the freeway. Mitzi leaned back against the padded wall of the van and felt the burly man's arm come about her waist. A mammoth hand cupped her tit and rolled the breast about in lustful play.

"Damn!" he muttered. "You got a hell of a pair of tits. I've never seen such beauties in my life. Hey, Tom! Just wait till you get your hands on these tits! They're every bit as good to feel as they are to look at."

Mitzi heard the deep chuckle of the driver. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine some way out of their clutches. She shook her head helplessly.

There was none. There was no escape for her. They were too big for her to handle alone. They had the knife and seemed perfectly willing to use it if they had to. She had no defense. The only thing she could do would be to submit to them and hope she could satisfy them enough that they might not hurt her any further.

It was a risk, but a risk she had to take. She couldn't take a chance on offending them. She didn't want Carl to have to fly back from Baltimore and identify her dead body. She had too much reason to live, too much reason to preserve her beauty. She couldn't even take a chance on their cutting her up. A long, ugly scar could be terribly costly to her. Hell, it would put her out of business.

"Look," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me. I'll do as you like. I'm not stupid enough to try to get away. You can put the knife away. I'll give you what you're after."

The big man began to laugh. He hugged her tightly, violently. His hand mashed her tit hard against her. His huge body shook with amusement.

"I believe you mean that," he answered. "I do believe it. Hey, Tom! She's afraid we might hurt her. She wants to make a deal. She'll give us a good fuck if we don't hurt her. You think that's a fair trade?"

"Try her out," the skinny man shouted back. "Try her pussy. Then you tell me if she's good enough not to have to be worked over just for fun."

"Sounds like the way to go," the heavier of the two agreed. He looked down at the frightened girl beside him. "You ready, sugar? You ready to show me you're good enough that we should treat you nice?"

Mitzi trembled, not sure how she ought to respond to him. She was afraid she had overdone her pleading. She had given them the idea that it might be fun to hear her plead and beg. They might mark her up out of the frenzy of lust she produced by being in their power so completely. She had to clear their minds of that. She had to make this less a rape and more of a willing fuck.

The blond twisted her body against the man's wide chest. She rolled her tits against him while her hand reached into his groin and found the bulging mass of cock his pants held so tightly. She fingered over the meat, tracing its shape inside the cloth. He pulled her blouse the remaining way off her shoulders, then caught her bra and was about to break it in his eagerness to get at her tits.

"Here," she told him. "Let me get it off for you."

She unhooked the nylon and slipped out of both the bra and the tattered remains of her blouse. She shimmied out of the skirt while he lunged his unshaven face over her tits, licking and sucking noisily. She got out of the skirt, then slipped her hose off and laid them carefully on top of the folded skirt. Mitzi almost laughed at herself as she realized the absurdity of it all. She was being raped, yet she was still being neat and careful with her clothes.

"Uhhhhmmmm!" the man moaned as he sucked lustily on a tit. "Ohhhhh! We hit the jackpot tonight! I never had such sweet tits in my mouth before!"

He cupped and caressed the throbbing flesh. Then he held a tit in one hand while the other reached down for her pussy. He reached inside the skimpy panties, his rough hands pulling at the dainty nylon, then moving roughly over her tender cunt. His thick finger reached inside and pressed on her clit until she was writhing on the soft floor of the van.

Mitzi reached for his cock again. This time it was even more swollen and throbbing. She tugged at the man's belt, released it, and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and pulled out the monster of a prick. She pumped the skin along the rigid shaft as it lunged threateningly toward her. Her touch was more than the overcharged brute could take. He wrestled her down onto the floor and yanked her panties loose. The cock came at her and powered into her cunt.

He made no attempt to be gentle. He made less attempt to see that she enjoyed the fuck. He came at her with raw lust. His only aim was to get his cock into that satin pussy and unload his pent-up charge. Mitzi gasped at the force with which he thrust into her. She was still dry. She felt as though he were splitting her as he drove his cock brutally into her. Her dryness, her tightness, only drove him into a deeper frenzy. The tight, dry cunt inflamed his prick, drove it into a rage of passion. He grabbed the girl by her ass and began fucking her as roughly, as violently, as he could.

"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "I'm getting that pussy now! Ohhhhh, yes! Yes! I'm fucking the hell out of that fancy little cunt! It'll know what a man feels like in there now! Ohhhhhh, hell! Damn! Ohhhhhh, my God! What a piece of pussy!"

He groaned and ranted as he tore at her. His hands held her ass, then went at her tits, then came back to her ass. He hunched his cock deeply into her, shaking her horribly with the force of his body beating against her. Mitzi hung on, afraid she might faint from the force of his assault. She was not a woman to him. She was only a tight pussy that was enraging his huge pecker. She lay back in anguish as he fucked himself into orgasm.

She wasn't being fucked at all, she realized. Not really. The brute was merely masturbating himself into her cunt. There was nothing being shared here, not even lust. She was merely a hole to shoot his cum into. He was ready to shoot it now. She felt his cock shudder, then begin to spurt the hot own into her. She feared his powerful embrace would break her in two as he held her tightly and pumped vigorously while his cock unloaded its charge.

"Ahhhhhh!" he panted as he drained his balls. "Ohhhhhh! That was what I needed. Damn! I feel a hell of a lot better!"

He fell over her, his heavy body panting as he rested his face on her tits. His wide, rough hands lay over her thighs, holding her possessively. The bland leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She knew that her night had only begun. It would be morning before too long, yet she feared the lusty men had only gotten worked up. Shit, the skinny driver hadn't even gotten his first pussy. She tried to doze off while the truck sped along the freeway to its unknown destination. The blond realized suddenly that they were no longer on the freeway. Tom made several turns, then bumped them along as he drove onto a deserted lane into an orange grove.

The skinny man looked back lustfully at the darkened interior of the van. He climbed from the seat and came back for his turn with the girl. His heavy companion moved reluctantly off the young blond as Tom slipped out of his pants and shorts. Mitzi felt him grasp her legs and turn her onto her knees. She heard a delighted grunt from the beefy man as he pulled her toward him and laid her shoulders across his thighs.

"You don't mind if she sucks me off while you fuck her, do you?" he asked Tom. "Shit! I'm almost as full of cum as I was before I started."

"Be my guest," the skinny one laughed. "Leave her tits for me though. You've had your turn with them."

His long, sleek cock glided between Mitzi's thighs as he eased against her ass and reached beneath her to begin playing with her tits. He was not so rough as the heavy one had been. He caressed the tits with some finesse. His fingers stroked the nipples until the blond began slowly responding to the contact of hand and tit.

"Don't forget to look after Ben," the skinny man suggested from behind her as he rubbed his cock between her thighs.

She felt the heavy man take her head in his hands and hold it while his mammoth cock came against her lips. Mitzi shuddered at the threatening feel of the big pecker, shuddered at the foul smell of it. Nevertheless, she began kissing the throbbing head, then gasped as he hunched it into her mouth.

"Suck it," he ordered. "Come on, baby. If you don't know how to give a man a blow job, it's time you learned."

The blond reluctantly began working on the cock. She reached forward and caressed his thighs, then teased his balls with her fingers. She heard Ben gasp in delight at her play. The cock lunged upward into her mouth. It fucked her lips and drove back toward her throat, throbbing and pulsing in eager passion.

She trembled from the threat of the cock in her mouth, but she was tingling at the skillful manipulation of her tits by Tom. The skinny man dropped one hand and began working at her pussy. He turned her clit into a shimmering button of happiness. Her cunt was lubricating now. Mitzi rubbed her ass against him sensuously, ready to have him begin his fuck. The sooner she finished with the men, the sooner she would have a chance to go home.

Ben's cock thrust furiously at her, stung into action by her taunting fingers on his balls. His body shook with lust. He held her head tightly, hunching himself at her so violently that he threatened to choke her by jamming the big cock down her throat. The girl fought to gauge her movements with those of the cock, pulling back just as it touched the opening to her throat. She sucked on the head, sucked and tongued it while Ben twisted with surging desire.

"Oooooo, what a luscious ass she has on her," Tom moaned. "I never felt such a satin hunk of tail in my life. God! I've got to get to working on this sweet meat!"

She felt him draw back a moment. Suddenly his cock ran against the crease of her ass. She trembled as he pressed his cockhead into her asshole. Mitzi tried to cry out in protest, but couldn't get her mouth free of the driving cock that filled it. She shuddered as she felt her shale part before the determined thrusts of the cock. She was burning with pain as the skinny man pushed the cock further into the resisting passageway. The blond sobbed in her pain, yet still he slipped deeper into her. She felt his cock fill her. She was sure he must be tearing her back there. Fire shot through her ass. He fucked her ass while his finger dug deeply into her cunt.

"Ohhhhh! What a tail!" he moaned. "God! What sweet ass! Ohhhhh, she's got me going, Ben! Come on, man, let's give it to her. I've got a cock up her ass and a finger in her pussy. You take care of her mouth and we'll fill up every hole she's got!"

"Yeah!" Ben cried in ecstasy as his prick lunged into her throat. "I'm with you, man! Let's push cum up her ass and down her throat. You get her with your finger and well make her explode with all that hot cum. Ohhhhh! Let's go! My cock is about to blow up! Ohhhhh!"

His cock throbbed, charging roughly through her lips, its load ready to come spurting into her throat. Mitzi shuddered as she anticipated the hot load about to choke her. She would have to swallow it. She had no choice. He wasn't about to release his firm hold on her head. She could feel the prick in her ass building up to equal intensity. Tom was giving her one hell of a reaming in the ass. She tightened her muscles in defense. She shoved against the driving prick, just as though she wanted to obstruct its thrusts with a wall of shit. The effort only brought her into a delightful enjoyment of his movements. She was riding with them, her body pulsing and throbbing as passionately as theirs.

She sucked and rode the two cocks. The three of them twisted about the floor of the van, locked in a rolling, ecstatic embrace. Mitzi shook even more terribly as the cocks began to unload their hot charges into her. She felt them blow loose, felt the cum flow. She swallowed the semen that filled her mouth, then sucked more from Ben's wild prick. She felt her ass flooded with Tom's hot jism.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tom screamed in ecstasy as he drained his cock. "Ohhhh, damn! What a fuck!"

Ben screamed even louder as he kept spurting into her mouth. Mitzi swallowed another lump of cum, then sucked a third and a fourth. She kept sucking until the swarthy man was just as drained as his skinny companion. Then she sank in exhaustion between them. Her body ached. Her mouth was filled with the taste of cum. Her ass was burning from its intruder. She lay panting and gasping as they smiled contentedly at her.

They each fucked her once more before letting her out. The last fucks were simple affairs. Both men had drained their emotions, had drained their lust in the three-way screw. They fucked her as though to prove to themselves that she was still submissive to their desires. Finally Tom cranked up the van and drove out of the orange grove. They didn't take her all the way back to Los Angeles. They stopped at a service station along the freeway, one that had been abandoned.

She stood, shivering in the morning air, helpless. She began walking slowly, hoping to find someone who would stake her to a phone call. She could call Lorraine to come for her.

It was unnecessary. A cab driver on his way to start the day passed and stopped for her. She was able to get a ride all the way home. She only had to run into the garage and borrow the fare from old Lewis. The security guard looked at her and realized most of what must have happened to the beautiful blond. He offered to call the police, but she turned him down.

She ran to the elevator and rode up in relief at being free. She had made it. She had taken an the two men without having to beg off. She had taken all they could offer and was still healthy. All she needed was a shower and a good nap and she'd be ready for the day's appointment.