"She's going to jump out, grab her legs!" he shouted as Vito sprang up, and she fell back down to the floor beneath the crushing weight of both of them.

She kicked and clawed but it was impossible to meet their brutal strength and gradually she was pulled back to her original position with her head thrown harder this time into Vito's lap. She shuddered as he dug his fist brutally into the back of her neck, applying a cruel vise-like pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.

"Dumb little bitch," he said, reaching down under her torso and grabbing one of Ellen's nakedly hanging breasts, squeezing it until she groaned loudly. He moved to the other breast, giving it an even more vicious squeeze, and she whimpered in helpless anguish. He laughed and she realized that the little man was obviously a sadist and glad of her attempted escape because it gave him an opportunity to brutalize her. She tried not to give him the satisfaction of her crying, but the pain was just too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively pulsating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight between them until she broke out sobbing. He kneaded it roughly between his fingers and ground her face harder against his throbbing cock, his face breaking into a lewd contorted grin of sadistic ecstasy as his whole body raced to cum from the sheer pressure of her face grinding into him. His head rolled back against the front seat and he let his hand move down her back, trailing his fingernails sharply into the smooth creamy skin. He moaned and rubbed his hand down her back to the elastic waist band at the top of her bikini panties, pulling on it frantically and then kneading his fingers, cruelly into the soft flesh of her firmly rounded young ass cheeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Billy suddenly interrupted, grabbing the hand and flinging it back toward the front seat. "Who the hell's running this show anyway?"