"Now you just look at that. The little girl knows what to do with what she's got, wouldn't you say so, Cash?"

"I'm just thinking about them big sweet titties, and that hot lil old pussy I know she's got."

Billy laughed. "You'll have time enough to get into that. Now just watch the way she works that tight ass; look at it now, Cash!"

Ellen grimaced in fear and revulsion at the horrible insults the men were hurling at her. She heard the men chuckle and quicken their gait behind her, and she adjusted her pace, almost running now and feeling her heart pound desperately into her throat.

"You know, Billy, I don't think this hot little bitch likes what we're saying about her. Maybe she'd rather have us do it to her, rather than talk about it. Whaddya think?"

"I'll be the first to find out, Cash. And, man, do I have a cock that wants to find out!" Billy shouted out so that Ellen could hear each obscene syllable of his words.

"Now you just remember, don't stretch it too much," Cash chortled loudly, "she's got a lot of fucking ahead of her."

"Damn, man, don't you know you can't use up that kind of pussy?"

That was it! Ellen could stand the vile remarks the men were making to her no longer, and suddenly, from sheer panic she broke into a desperate run. She felt her sandals scrape on the loose gravel beneath her feet and the tightness of her jeans impede her speed, but she gave it all she had, churning her legs with a rapidity that astonished her as the adrenaline pulsed into her blood stream, quickening her flight. She could hear the men running behind her, and though she was fast, they seemed to be shortening the distance between them. The house was coming up closer and she could almost see inside the windows, but as she approached the fence that bordered the yard of the shack, her sandals tripped her up and she lost her stride.