Ellen fought with every bit of her strength, but the straining limbs gradually opened from the force of the pressure. His legs sank in between them and she felt a clothed hardness press along the top of her thigh. She shuddered in revulsion as she realized what he was trying to do to her. His penis had hardened from the lust-inciting contact of lying closely on top of her, and now he was trying to wedge his straining erectness against her completely defenseless pussy!

She squirmed her hips, groaning loudly in protest, but it was useless.

Beneath his pants, Billy's stiffened penis pushed hard and intimately into the junction between her legs. He pressed forward and the cloth of her jeans sank raspingly into the barely moist crevice of her helplessly spread young pussy.

The truck sped along through the summer night on the narrow country road, leaving the beach houses behind. In the front, there was a sound of the other two men shifting in their seats.

"You can relax now. We're out on open road,"-Ellen recognized the voice of Cash.

"Someone throw me a Goddamn cigarette, will ye," she heard the second man in the back of the truck speak for the first time.

Ellen started as a pack of cigarettes flew over the front seat. The man grabbed the pack irritably and handed a second cigarette to Billy, the straining cloth across his lap lighting up rose-blue before Ellen's eyes as he struck a match.

"Goddamn it, Vito. Watch out, you bastard. You'll burn my hair," Billy grunted.

Billy was still pressed heavily over her back, but now Ellen looked up at Vito for the first time. He was much smaller than she had expected him to be, though his bony wiry frame had a definite look of vicious cruelty about it.

"Oh God, he's a killer!" the thought raced through her mind with a frightening sureness.