"No, oh noo…" Anna gasped. Her voice was strained as she felt them push her toward an old couch in front of the pickup truck.

"That's your bridal bed, baby. Take a good look at it," Brad taunted.

"No!"

Again Anna tried twisting away, jerking one knee up and trying to kick Ed Rudd in the crotch.

"You're crazy! I'll scream!"

Brad stepped back, letting her go while Ed continued to hold onto her by the shoulders.

She felt Ed's strong fingers digging into her flesh, twisting her around to face him. What she saw horrified her. Ed had one hand up in the air, his fingers spread widely apart. Before she could shout once more, his hand came down in a broad arc, slapping hard across her cheek, then coming back, the knuckles bruising her chin.

"Uhhhhhhhh…" Anna's head snapped first to the right, then to the left, the force of the blow stunning her.

She felt her muscles relaxing, her resistance collapsing. In a daze she felt them pushing her onto the couch, felt fingers on her tits, on her ass. They were taking off her bikini, slipping what little clothing she had on from her body.

"Ohhhhh…" she groaned.

Her top went, then finally her bikini bottoms, wadded up and tossed in some corner.

"Man, she's somethin' else. She's got a set of jugs on 'er like Raquel Welch!" Ed panted, his face red with rising lust.

"And, man, she's a real blonde. Look at that! Christ, that's a hot little hair pie. Wonder if she'd like to have somethin' big and hot and thick stirrin' around inside there?"

Anna drew one hand over her eyes, moaning softly, shifting her asscheeks over the scratchy material of the dusty sofa cushion. She was naked, stripped of her bathing suit!

Slowly coming out of her daze, Anna felt panic spreading through her mind and body. They were going to rape her, going to fuck her right there in the garage! Pushing through the fog dulling her senses, she jerked up, hands flailing in front of her as she slipped one leg off the couch and tried to escape.